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on saturday night at the hear gallery a youth of probably eighteen years tried to initiate dancing with me by miming that i was a fish hooked on the end of an imaginary fishing pole and reeling me toward him. then we chased a fire truck home and narrowly escaped incarceration. on friday we went to a party also attended by my ex-boss. instead of hiding like the whiney child i am, i hugged her and made ammends. ...not that it matters to anyone but me. :] 20 September 2006 - 8:20 AM archival * revival * profile * host * Kim S * C Clark * Dan D * Lorus B
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