Sunday, July 02, 2006


...…my kick-ass personal trainer, who is an even better friend, shrink, and dramatic foil and who—after I woke him with a phone call at 9:30 this morning, blubbering about knee discomfort and pain in the thoracic cavity region—stumbled into the gym earlier than he is physically programmed to do so, sporting heavy-eyed bewilderment and bed head and muttering, “I swear, if it was anyone but you…,” but, nonetheless, prepared to heal me.


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