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February 24, 2002
A friend once lived in a basement apartment. It was tiny, dingy and smelled musty. Fishy and musty, since it was on the perimeter of the North End. I was only over there a dozen times or so, but I remember it well.

Especially one afternoon when we got naked.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but we got bored, hastily stripped and made out. This was months and months after we’d broken up. You can’t imagine how close we came to sex. I was the one who bailed. I had an appointment with my shrink in three-quarters of an hour.