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Blame It on the Fruitcake by Pat Henshaw5/13/2023 ![]() Fortunately it hadn’t happened at the bank when I was presenting my case for a loan to a guy who looked like him, or I’d have been fucked. If I wasn’t bullshitting with friends, my words usually dried up. I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to act. He looked like he cared whether I was having a good time or not. He was a couple inches shorter than me, with conservative-cut hair, blue eyes, and a trustworthy face. ![]() Only not like me, since I looked like the bike mechanic I am, he looked like one of the bankers I’d talked to last week. Like me, on the street, nobody’d probably guess he was gay. ![]() Did I hear you say you’re the neighbor from down the hall?” At my nod, the new guy added, “Let’s get you a drink and introduce you to a few people.” ![]()
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