Friday, August 29, 2014


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One of my partner’s young colleagues mentioned walking downtown to the ferry terminal after a festive restaurant meal. I countered with an offer to wait for the bus with her, since the street can be a little dicey after peak commuting hours. Lila, of the sweet and gentle visage, said she’d be OK. As we walked home, Pard mentioned that Lila was a kick-boxer who had seen combat in Iraq.


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