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I’m lounging in a leather chair in the locker room at my racquet club in Boston. The walls are adorned with fox-hunting wallpaper from another century. Ancient photographs of men in white, high-waisted trousers posing with wooden racquets hang haphazardly above a couch with plaid pillows—a perfect place for an afternoon snooze.

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