And then he turned, after taking a sip of the cranberry mint cocktail in the tall, narrow glass and said, "Sincerity is irony just masquerading as sincerity," inspiring laughter that made him feel both proud and sheepish for feeling proud. The longing turned over in the space below his lungs until it felt like he'd been doing hundreds of sit-ups with his bare toes curled under a band of cold metal. It was time to move on.
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