Howsabout we just knock it off with the bets, huh?
C-can we bring back the signboards?
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The world was already a miserable place in the spring of that cursed year. The New Depression was at its height. Stocks fell, jobs were lost, and
consumer consumption fell in a corporate death spiral as the aging technoczars were revealed to have feet of clay. Financial institutions underreacted,
the government overreacted, and a society living on borrowed time paid for with borrowed dollars failed. Hard times and hunger came to the Western
world, which was all the more of a shock because the generation that survived the last financial collapse had virtually died out.
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