Valentin and Phoebe. Valentin at one point confessed his secret: he smokes.
So I confessed that I had a secret too: I pulled off my beloved hat (bought in Chamonix France in 1997) and showed them my shaved head. They said it looked good. So I told them the story of...jeepers...I can't remember her name...J-something, who I met on a train (wearing a cap), got her email and phone number and was met far less enthusiastically, and capless, on our way to a choral festival at her university.
At least the choral festival was good.
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