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April 20, 2002
I wonder what it is that makes him so attractive. He works with his hands all day, fixing things for people. (No not the dentist, the tv repairman. What a cliché!)

“I don’t do audio anymore” he says. But he fixes my tape deck anyway, and refuses to charge me. I give him some money and say “buy yourself some beers!” But he doesn’t drink. The idea of coffee doesn’t seem to appeal either. He smokes cigars. “Take me away for the weekend” he grins. He’s sweet and kind. He gave me back my music. I’ll look for some cigars.