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The alarm went off in the pre-dawn winter darkness at 6:30. I stumbled to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, and listened to a few minutes of National Public Radio news while eating a quick breakfast. Then it was back up the hall and into my office, where I turned on my computer, donned a headset, and dialed the telephone. In a Washington, D.C., conference room some 3,000 miles away, where eight lawyers were already assembled, the phone rang. “Is that you, Scott?” “Yes, I’m ready.” “All right...

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