December 2, 2003 12:57 AM
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I once loved a girl who fancied living in Rhode Island and wearing turtlenecks. "I despise this hot weather," she hissed through her teeth. I saw her two years later, on a bus. She was beach-bleached, a bonafide crustacean. She didn't recognize me underneath my big hair. So much for fancies. |
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