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November 30, 2013
Dear Guy at the Gym At Whom I Directed A Slight Smile:

I smiled at you because from where I was situated, on a treadmill about 15 feet away, you appeared, in height, hair, posture, eyes, and paunch, to be a dead ringer for Ricky Gervais. Now, I know you weren't he, because what little I could see of your teeth, they didn't have quite the feral quality of his, which I confess was a disappointment. I wanted you to possibly actually be Ricky Gervais. But you had to go and ruin it with your good teeth, di'n'ja?

Hrmph,
J.