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It’s cloudy and grey but the snow’s all gone and it’s above freezing and hell, I’m wearing a skirt because I feel like it and the coffee’s hot and I feel sly and satisfied and I won’t say I’ll be sauntering around this concrete jungle of a campus, but man, it’s a Frank Sinatra kind of day.
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, but doesn’t come late
She’d never bother with people she hates
That’s why the lady is a tramp


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