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  • Today: Blind date.

    While I waited nervously on a sidewalk in the Back Bay, worrying that I had overdressed or underdressed, that I would talk too much or too little, that I would spill my drink, or that I was at the completely wrong restaurant, I was approached by a creeper.  “Waitin’ for yer date?,” he asked.  Why yes, I was.  Both of them.  Two tall, lovely blondes.  Hopefully I’d know them when…

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