Dick Fuld's Memoirs, Knicknacks He Left Behind To Be Destroyed?

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"There is a truck labeled Internal Demolition...and a crew of people carrying stuff out of Lehman (sorry, Barclays) this morning...coming out the second floor...a corner office being visibly torn down."

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