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a change...of sorts 2004-11-27 | 1:25 a.m. Sitting in a bar talking to a guy named Charlie. A friend of a friend, I'm drunk and he looks like an Italian mafioso. Hair slicked back, stubble and the confident swagger of a man who gets what he wants. His manner is disconcerting; he says my name a lot and leans in close when it's not necessary. He asks me to dance. And for the first time I can say no. I leave and I don't look back. I know it's not what I want anymore...and so I don't take it. |
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