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Without Apology

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My roommate tells me I’ve grown a penis. I’ve gotten balls of late. I was out on another first meetup with a congenial and successful man in his 50s who, sadly, wouldn’t stop talking. Yes, it was in theory a discussion about one of my great passions, rock climbing, but it was all about his climbing, and it was not a discussion after all. I was a captive audience.  (more)