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July 21, 2007
Drinks with Mike again tonight. We sat on top of his apartment complex and stared at the skyscrapers in the distance, beautifully lit up like diamonds against the sky. A crane was off to the right in the distance. Mike explained that the apartment complex was Italian. I growled and got up, finishing my cigarette. What's wrong? he asked. I don't like Italians right now,I responded--hesitating but going into more detail, waiting for him to tell me to shut up. So I did but then he asked, Why did you get so quiet? Are you ready to go out, then?