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Well its true that when it come to romantic attachment, I guess I’m qualitatively lacking but when it comes to gangs … horn o’ plenty. 


Childhood gang … Eddie and Nancy and suzette and Kev and jess


Grammar school high school … Amanda and pat and Paul and Dave and two toms and another Paul and Mary 


College gang … oh all the boys and Paula and pat and Betsey pigtails and Frans 


City gang … spiros and Carole Manny don lynda and jay and Sak bill Perry  


Work friends … tom and bob m and Kristen and Jamilli  


Bad boy bar friends … Charlie and gene and Steve and Frank and  


Act up … Jim and bill and Leslie and Jay and 


Massage gang … gina and tom and Maggie and Beth and 


Fringe friends … noni and Wallace and Mindy and Nia


wow. 


Miss gang life. 

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