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July 17, 2012
I walked into the restaurant and sat at a booth facing a sports feature with plenty of mindless, enthusiastic chatter. After some signaling, I found myself looking up at a man with with hair buzzed on the sides and crop of curly blond on top. I ordered a small beer and the soup of the day. I was finished within 10 or 15 minutes, ready to conquer the rest of the commute home. Sun glinted off SUVs, cars, but that was OK because I was wearing my polarized shades--falling asleep that night with something of the emotion I avoided.