
I saw her standing there—then I went to hell! I heard it through the grapevine—then I went to hell! I can’t get no satisfaction—then I went to hell! I just called to say I love you—then I went to hell! I shot the sheriff—then I went to hell!
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[I used to be the editor of a four-color glossy magazine called D-Town 92101 (being the zip code for downtown San Diego, doncha know). One February we did what we called The Love Issue, for which I wrote the following (which is a reworked version of a piece from the archives---which I know is TMI, [...]
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