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We were sitting in his kitchen—the one with the funky old table—his fingers smudged with ink from the newspaper classifieds. "This is the one, I'm getting it today. Will you come with me?" It was a good day for a ride on the back of a motorcycle, I thought. He gave the same boyish giggle that had become so familiar as I eyed the restless jostling of his black high tops on the floor. His eyes glim
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