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WERE IT NOT FOR ONE small snag, I am sure Walt Harrington would have loved to have done a piece on Ponce’s house (“Generation X-asperated,” The District Line, 3/10): Harrington wants people to read his articles. Many words come to mind when a potential exposé of cohabiting DC high achievers is suggested, but the one that fits best starts with a “B” and rhymes with “snoring.” Once the Washington Post secures federal funding and frees itself from the profit motive, the paper will be brimming with stories about Ponce’s ilk: the travails of filling out student loan forms, the drama of Thursday night wine-and-cheese socials, and the tragedy of finding a scratch on the Accord.

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