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I'm Cathie. Even | I'm Cathie. Even I'm 70 old and live alone now, but long ago, I had my time, with lots of nice men that wanted me. I'd like to tell a story of Jack, the nicest one of them. | ||
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Then he suddenly said to me. "Hey Cathie, I wish we were closer," | Then he suddenly said to me. "Hey Cathie, I wish we were closer," | ||
"You mean our friendship? We should still try to be closer?" I asked him with slightly mixed feelings. But he said calmly, with a troubled look on his face | "You mean our friendship? We should still try to be closer?" I asked him with slightly mixed feelings. But he said calmly, with a troubled look on his face: "...I mean, to the stage." | ||
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