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I liked the "entrepreneur" designation. That's what my Commie Liberal friend always called the young son of the nice African-American Couple that lived next door to him in the racially diverse neighborhood in which he had chosen to reside.
"James," I'd say, "The boy is not an entrepreneur. The boy is selling crack."
He would then chide me for use of the potentially misinterpretable term "boy."
The boy was 16 and was not yet a man. And the boy was selling crack.
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