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Myles Zavelo
Some Men Last night, after a long, hard day of God-knows-what, I took off my jacket and saw this guy on death row. His story was on my TV: adoring wife, strong marriage, terrific kids; great job, nice car, big house – whole nine yards. He began infecting Westchester soccer moms with HIV-contaminated blood. His stealthy pinpricks went down at the supermarket.
Those mothers were minding their business, pushing their shopping carts, palming peaches, and then their worst nightmare would just brush past them.
Some men. You can only take them to water. When they start getting subversive. When they start forgetting their promises. When they start biting the hand that feeds. You try running back. You want to release him from confinement. You can’t do much. Now, if he walks into the room right now, you’ve never seen him before in your life.
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