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When he had calmed down, still apologizing profusely, he asked me to understand that he was a timid homosexual (never mind my age, Juanito!) and that he was out of practice in the art of hooking up, always difficult even when it wasn’t downright mysterious. You must think I’m an ass, and rightly so, he said. Then he confessed that it had been at least five years since he’d slept with anyone. Before I left, he insisted on giving me the Porrúa edition of the complete works of Sophocles and Aeschylus to make up for bothering me. I told him that I hadn’t been bothered at all, but it
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