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IThe phone would ring.“Hello,” I’d say.“You said you were gonna call me.”It was always Heidi,a girl I’d met at ana..
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It was our first date. She was on her fourth cosmopolitan. I was sippingsome oak-softened, full-bodied house wine."See, now, you're an introvert," she..
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The music coming from my trumpet was sarcastic and tongue-in-cheek. Ithad been ever since Sheila, the woman I’d been dating for seven years, had..
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The joke in those days was that Muriel Fink wasn’t sexy, just alive. Veryfew people ever laughed at that joke.To their credit.One night a priest..
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Drinking my wine a little too fast, it suddenly occurred to me that I wasalone, spiritually bankrupt and without anything to eat. Not only that, thewo..
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He was the Monday morning of human beings.The kind of guy who would confront youin a public rest room if youdidn’t wash your handsor shooed you ..
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Blew into town like a reputable vagrant,with a pack of smokes and afull flask of apple jack and aquarter of a chip still lefton my shoulder.I checked ..
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We didn’t possess a lot of insight,just a lot of adolescent myopia.We were more metaphysical than our eldersgave us credit for.We embodied somet..
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I was dancing with my mother at my wedding.
She was a little drunk and rattling on and on.
“When I met your father he had his feet up ..
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Maybe I was just trying to figure
you out and ravage your body the way time has ravaged it.
Or maybe I was just attempting to..
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