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May 27, 2004
From the first I didn’t trust his booming manly laugh, his overly firm, manly handshake, the way he repeated my name as if filing it in a rolodex. He had a wide grin plastered across his face at all times, like some mask from Classical theater, and he was too quick to chuckle at the slightest witticism. There was an unfocused, polished sheen to his blue eyes; he’d trained his lips and voice to respond socially and then set his face on autopilot – perhaps that explained the fact that his smile and laughter never quite matched what you were saying.