"When I was in high school, I got sick in the bathroom right before a big show where I had a saxophone solo," I explain, "and this elderly black jazz musician gave me a stick of gum to settle my stomach."
"So tonight you are my elderly black jazz musician," he says with a pained smile.
"Yeah, let's just keep that between us," I demur.
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