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I cracked open one of those new wine cooler thingies and slapped Iron Maiden’s The Number of the Beast on the turntable. The sound of scratched vinyl through the speakers soon gave way to the opening stanza of “Invaders.” I stepped out onto the fir
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Other men looked up and, rather than feeling pleasantly surprised at the sudden sound of ethereal metal crickets in their presence, left the restroom after hastily finishing their silent shaking. Mitch joined them, feeling like a coward for being afraid o
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"One cooked a perfect Spanish omelet.
Another posed with three dachshunds,
offered a ready-made family."
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