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February 12, 2003:

The moment when she insisted on pulling out one of his gray hairs. The look of suffering patience on his face.

The moment when, thinking I wasn't looking, she took one of the tip-dollars off the table and slipped it into her pocket.

Her bitterness over the lack of human perfection.

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