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a poem by John L. StanizziSTRIPPER, CLASS OF 1999 (March, 2000)
I said, My cousin Frankie's the manager there. She paused for half a beat and then she said Oh my God! Your cousin saw my ass! I'm just kidding. I'm only a waitress there, which we both knew was nothing but a lie, agreeing silently with one another to never talk about the subject again. |