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Folks, for a while I’ve been meeting regularly with a guy who I’ll call Dean. And by meeting with him, I mean he comes to my apartment/office, gives me money, and I tell him what to do.
Dean was down in the dumps. You see, his girlfriend had just ended their relationship, which, by all accounts, had lots of great sex in it. I wish I could tell you more, but there’s a little thing called client confidentiality.
