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::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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I am at the movies, sitting in the front row. The show is about two naked couples who escape from the bad guys by running down a very steep, stone staircase. The credits begin to roll. My new friend in the seat behind me asks me to come outside with him. I leave my wallet and small video camera in my seat. Outside he hands me one of his homemade coffee mugs. It is shallow, with a wiggly rim and is glazed with a brown speckled pattern. We sit on some hydraulic stools at a long table under a willow tree. I watch as a small, human-faced rodent under his stool licks something off of the chrome riser – likely more of the dried spaghetti sauce that is on our table.