Randolph was used to it, but determined to proceed in a professional manner.
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The composure on this kid. And he is just a kid. I don't know how old, maybe seventeen? Nineteen? Who knows since Pynchon hasn't told us. Imagine being thought of as less than nothing by everybody you interact with when you're on the ground and having the maturity to just let it go so you can get your job done. I've never been able to do it but then I tend to mirror people. So if they're an asshole, they usually leave our encounter thinking, "God. What a fucking asshole that guy was." At least I'm entertained by it!
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