I met Bill the way I meet strangers—on the street. In New York it’s on line for the checkout, or on the subway. You are reading the same book, or you both notice the woman across the aisle has the most beautiful mouth that has ever existed. One of you says, “Can you believe the shape of her lips?” and you leave the train together and walk to the next co…
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