Envision a glass elevator on the ground floor of a 50-story observation tower. I’d like you to picture yourself inside the elevator as the car slowly starts to move up. As you look out on the lower floors, it’s difficult to see anything because of a swirling ground fog. Occasionally the fog breaks and you can make out the outlines of objects and people, but they’re vague and fuzzy, appearing and disappearing. This is the realm of pure emotions, the gut feelings that blackmailers churn up in us. The elevator car keeps moving up, and as it does, you leave the fog behind and begin to see a wider
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