...I never want to hear the words "Jon," "Kate," or even "Eight" ever again.
That is all.
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You just reminded me of my old friend *Kate*, who I knew when I was living in the East Village. She was hooking at the time, and used to regale me with stories about her *john*s. But those were the *eight*ies. I wonder what she's doing now.
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