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December 23, 2011
damaged goods
Kiki was telling me all about her cool friend who's recently become available. The friend is that rarity of rarity in these parts: a single, educated, professional woman who isn't the prosecuting attorney at my arraignment. Nevertheless, I couldn't muster any interest.
Sensing this, Kiki added "And John, she's really beautiful."
I blanched. "All that means is that she'll fuck someone else even faster."
Everyone stared at me—some actually standing under a mistletoe—both appalled and wondering how they could possibly rebut what seems an irrevocable law of nature.
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