When an elderly neighbor in my building says every morning, “Oh, sweetie, you’re so beautiful, I think I’m just going to leave my wife and marry you,” I’ve been conditioned to dismiss him as a “well-meaning flirt from another time” and not to be somewhat alarmed when he gets on the elevator “just to ride up with your beautiful self.”

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