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When the polite, double-Windsored dust from tonight’s vice-presidential debate settled and we headed back to our DVRs to watch Atlanta, we’d be lying if we said we didn’t feel a mild unease. The Thrilla in Vanilla had given us the battle of dads that we’d come for,...