I'm walking home from "Taste of the city" (a food festival in Tel-Aviv), and I drank a little, only a beer and a margarita, but my head still spins just a bit, and I'm more cheerful than usual. I walked most of the way alone, after walking with Avihu to the train station. This guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. If I were a bit more fine I
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