Monday, January 21, 2008

Tom (if your girlfriend grew up in the projects, don't expect to flash that smug smile and get away without a sock to the jaw)...

You were my roommate's boyfriend, a guitar-playing pretty boy with an uncommon ability to infuriate her. Judith ran to your apartment one day so furious with what you'd said to her on the phone that she left the vacuum running.

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