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i went to the war memorial opera house tonight; a sort of re-introduction if you will, to the hoity toity SF opera community. the production was of Don Carlos, by Verdi, the less popularly staged frech-language version.

and then there she was; the embodiment of exactly the sort of lady that just does it for me. she was but 10 feet away from me and i couldn't move or do anything or say a word. those are the moments that define my life. will you take that risk?

in fact, she looked too much like every girl that has hurt me before, and yet i ligered in the doorway and looked on. and then it became too late; the bells rang throughout the lobby, the house lights dimmed, and the moment had passed.

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