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I met this super fine chick at a neighborhood watering place, in the mid 1970's. She is getting hot and ready to go. We go over to my apartment a couple of blocks away. While making out on the couch, I have a sudden "Crying Game" revelation. "She" tells me that'll it'll all be okay. I told him that I didn't think it would. He left; there were no problems.
Probably, I should've realized that there was more to "her" than met the eye when she insisted that I put the Kinks' song "Lola" on to play for the third time.
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