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 | | A couple of decades later he became a lead "boy" in the life of my great-aunt, one of the two elderly gay men who dined with her weekly as she headed through her nineties and beyond, almost blind, almost deaf, and eventually almost senile. |
 | | The boys first got to know my aunt when she was already in her eighties but had a good decade of her generous storytelling. |
 | | There was the unfortunate case of a much, much younger boy, a hustler, freelance writer, and meth addict avant la lettre, who played my aunt's piano for her, dined with her, loved her in his own way, no doubt, but grew gradually more blatant in his stealing from her. |
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