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09/12/2003 Entry: "Tommy, Can You Hear Me?"
Last night The Roommate came home from having cocktails with special guests and local talents and leaned slightly tipsy in my doorway, telling me about his evening. "This is good," he said, listening to my music. "Who is this?"
I looked at him a long time. He gave me a confused look back, wondering why I was looking at him like he should know this already. A haze cleared, I saw the realization dawn on him, and we both said, "Gary Numan."
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