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48. Doo Wah Diddy

After Bart dropped Ziggy off, he turned the car toward Cambridge. We parked behind the McDonalds, but crossed the street to the Middle East where greater quantities of food could be had, cheaper, if you didn’t mind rude waitresses and a lot of spillover noise from the club room in the back. He wanted to […]

23. The Cure

She was at my door within minutes, her hair still wet from a shower with some flowery shampoo. “You okay?” she said, and I wished she hadn’t. “You seem really jittery.” “Anxiety is my normal state,” I said, which came out sounding serious rather than a joke. “Let’s go out somewhere, see some bands or […]