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Boy am I worried. The editor-in-chief of this magazine and the publisher are taking me to dinner next week. We are going to a very private, out-of-the-way, quiet and exclusive restaurant. I'm scared that it's going to be one of those mob hit dinners where I take a Louisville Slugger to the back of my head just as I'm slurping my first spoonful of hemlock soup. After all, this is Philadelphia, the home of creative mob rubouts.