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Over more drinks, Stone finally learned a little bit about the man. A history unfolded of Cameron Phillips. He grew up in Camden, Maine, with his father, and moved to Pittsburgh with his mother after his parents divorced. He attended Martimore High School in Pittsburgh. Thereafter, he went to West End College near Laker Erie for a business degree and eventually held a position at Plimpton College, working as a full-time file clerk. Now he had a job in upper management in the administration division of the college. Stone thought he had done well for himself. So many men failed by the time they hit their thirties, lacking motivation, skills, or whatnots to survive in the real world. “What kind of love life have you had throughout the years?” Stone asked, intrigued to learn whatever he coul