On the Life of C. Angus Floyd
Years ago, I went to college in London. I roomed with a girl from Boston. Her name was Valerie. Valerie was dating a boy who was, in my totally uninformed opinion, a big sack of wheat. There was another boy in her life, Tom, who seemed to love her dearly. He called long-distance—because that was…
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