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As a kid I remember evenings with our kitchen table covered by architects drawings and a printing calculator spewing long lengths of paper inked with long lists of long numbers. I didn’t understand what was going on, just that dad was “doing estimates” and that I should keep well away. My parents ran a building company that would do everything from replacing a broken window to refitting public…
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