The Rake

Letter from the Founder

I have a friend. Probably the only really close friend I met in college. And though we speak at most once a year, and see each other every half-decade, we’ve always picked up effortlessly where we left off. He’s a guy I always admired and was a little bit in awe of. Because he was the first person I knew who made any real money. The way we met was intriguing. He’d moved into my dorm halfway through my

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