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  • We met him at a pub around the corner. My boyfriend's co-worker at his new job. We ordered expensive craft beer with cheap names from a slow and over-charming bartender.

    The co-worker, Bruce, spoke with a Southern City Lockjaw about philosophy. They played tennis with Nietzsche and Kierkegaard. Dabbled in beliefs and miracles. Shakespeare entered stage right muscling in with Hamlet and Othello. Hours.

    No one spoke to me. I sipped my beer. The boyfriend left for the bathroom. Bruce nervously turned to me. I gave him the hairy eyeball and said, "Much Ado About Nothing, Keanu Reeves is hot in that movie." Then I finished my beer and exited stage left.
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