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I never wanted to pick up fetid garbage in the sweltering sun. Or tiptoe on iron 40 stories in the air. Or get the finger after I ticketed some yoyo doing 80 on the BQE. I taught high school English to tough, listless teens and then attended law school at night because I needed credits above my bachelor’s degree to maintain my teaching license. Of course, it wasn’t until I finished my first semester that I learned that the Board of Ed wouldn’t accept law credits for licensing purposes. Had I...

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