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It was the end of November and things were looking pretty stark for reasons that had to do with my general temperament and the state of the world. I’d treated myself to a haircut at a nice salon off Washington and a Negroni or two at the Italian place on the corner of Ocean Ave and Payson Park. As I made my way home and the sun was setting and the air smelled just the right mix of salty and fresh, I was feeling almost better. Maybe, I was convincing myself, everything would be okay. I had barely settled in