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  <subtitle>Your Home For Snappy Repartee</subtitle>
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    <name>應龍</name>
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      <issued>2004-09-21T03:30:00</issued>
      <title>TBG</title>
      <published>2004-09-21T03:30:00</published>
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The final coup de gr&amp;acirc;ce-the apple, if you will-was when a girl he'd met in Nantucket (very blond, long legs,
small nose, no noticeable imperfections, annoyingly nice) came for a visit on a weekend a big, formal party was
planned.  &quot;She's just a friend of mine,&quot; he said.  He explained that we-meaning Matthew, his friend Richard, the
girl and I-would all go to the party together, double date.  Unfortunately, he neglected to mention that I would
not be &lt;I&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; date that evening but rather Richard's.  And he kissed the pretty girl from Nantucket right in
front of my eyes.
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&lt;I&gt;Shutterbabe&lt;/I&gt; Debora Copaken Kogan</content>
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