At this point I wouldn’t mind working for Sally Tomato. Popping up at Sing-Sing once a week to entertain an inmate for USD 100 by ’60s standards? What more could a girl possibly ask for? What a pleasant coincidence that I don’t work on Thursdays at my part-time job. I need to see a shrink pronto. So I can bid my farewell to my Former Platonic Man-Crush. I’ve finally come to my senses.
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