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This guy I was nuts about was our milkman. I'd get a throatful of heart every a.m. when he'd drive up to our back door on Copa de Ora in Bel Air, the sound of the milk bottles rattling and little cream bottles jiggling. Boy, it was something. But he couldn't see me for dust. It was stardust he saw. He had the pains for the gal I was working for and she must have liked his brand of cream, because they got married.
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