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July 1, 2002
You and he arrive at the Bistro at the same time. You slowly dine on appetizer after appetizer. About halfway through, you unknowingly and accidentally honor the ancient Chinese tradition of Hiyac Supo (obviously the phonetic) when you spontaneously feed him a morsel of shrimp with your chopsticks, thereby sealing your happy futures together. Three hours later, you both know you are the other’s “other.” You kiss sweetly and tenderly when you arrive at your cars, oblivious of the passers-by. You go home, realizing it’s too late to call me, and settle in your bed. Delicious sleep lulls, then overcomes.