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The novelist in me likes to imagine that Ken Lay, newly innocent, is not really dead, but that he paid to fake his death and escape. The conspiracy theorist in me, who reflexively pimps the novelist's plot, wonders if he's alive and well in Paraguay under the care of friends.
As Papillon liked to say, Viva la cavale!
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