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Amber and I stand at the light in Red Hook, which is always stingy in changing for pedestrians. We wait to cross for dinner with my parents, owed to me by dint of having helped move Leelee months ago. Given that the restaurant is moderately fancy -- you could go in jeans and a t-shirt, but might feel weird about it -- I opted for black motorcycle boots, black slacks, a black Oxford shirt, and a black fitted jacket.

A car full of women drives by and screams, "You are really attractive!" Then, they repeat it to make sure I've received the message.
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