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tirar por la calle de en medio | 2003-01-28 - 8:22 p.m. A prudish little voz in my cabeza warned me to slam the tel�fono down in its cradle without delay. �Cuelga ahorita! it shrilled. Anyone who knows me will know that I do not often prestar atenci�n to little voices, no matter how shrill and insistentes. No, amigos, it is the big voices,like Pedro's authoritative bar�tono or Concha's rich, descarado contralto, that grab me. People with deep, sonorous voices need but recitar the phonebook and I will listen, fascinada. Roger, I inmediatamente understood, was one of these people. Despite the �spero cough, despite the early-morning, bong-induced scratchiness, his voice was deep and resonant, like the voz of the great wizard of Oz. Mesmerized, I clutched the grimy auricular to my ear, eager for his next palabras. "So," continuaba Roger, "I was thinking about you last night." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah. I was thinking about that time you cast that flatulence spell on the Troll King." "... Oh?" "Yeah." "And?" "... And I was uh, wondering if you, uh, wanted to uh, you know." "No, what?" I asked. "Uh, you know. Hang out." In my thirty-odd a�os, I have heard the dance of love referred to in many ways, but not desde high school have I encontrado this particular locuci�n. De repente, I experienced a shudder of miedo. Recordando my abuelita's on-line dating cat�strofe, I began to wonder if I was not headed in the same direcci�n. How old was this Roger, anyway? the shrill little voice in my cabeza began demandando. And then it occurred to me that nadie younger than treinte a�os of edad would ever, ever non-ironicalmente use the expresi�n "hang out." Al menos, not outside of an eighties revival party. Roger may have had his faults, I decided, but at least he was no teen. "Okay, bien," I said. "Here, or in Chula Vista?" "Why don't we meet up there?" he asked. "In V*n N*ys." "Okay," I replied. By now, the shrill voice of reason was chillando at me to desist. But it was all but muffled by the insistent golpeteo of my heart.
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pride and prejudice - 2004-09-07
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