5:00ish. Shauna and I run into our friend Dan on Boston Common. He's eating an ice cream cone on a patch of grass and it's quite lovely. We sit down with him. A few minutes later, a bald, sunburned man carrying an empty seltzer bottle approaches. He is drunk and sweating. One of his eyes perpetually squints. He sits down in the grass with us
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