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Rage against the dying of the light

Scene: Two men dressed in business casual sitting at an East Village bar on a Friday night, ’70s punk rock playing in the background.

Friend: What have you been up to since Sabine’s been out of town?

Me: Uh… I went to The Strand for a couple of hours.

Friend: Lingered in the erotic art books section, did you?

Me: Ha ha, no, I bought (voice getting quieter as I realize what I’m saying) a Guy de Maupassant novel about the bitterness of growing old.

Friend: (Thoughtfully) I like to play classical music really loud when my wife and the baby go out of town.

Lights go out, curtain comes down.

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