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When I was a reporter in North Carolina, I wrote a story about a choir made up of people with HIV/AIDS. I sat in a church pew and interviewed one of the members. He was a young black guy who you couldn't help but like. He was soft-spoken, slow-moving, always smiling. I asked him how he got HIV. "From a girl I was dating," he said. "She didn't tell you she had it?" He shook his head no. I put down my pen and notebook. "She knew, and she didn't tell you?" Nope. "We're still friends," he said. "How can you be friends with her?" I asked. He didn't have a good answer; said he was mad at her for a "few months." Then, they got back in touch. They started talking regularly...

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