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A Special Edition of The East Village
CORNER If I clawed my way out of the doghouse once, I can do it again. If I could only step out of these felony shoes and address the Comintern in the way I've always wanted, I would tell them I know a frame-up when I see one. Okay, go to your corner. For more we go to our meteorologist, David Goodis. I can't escape the curse of this gypsy blood. Also, just for the record, the honeymoon is over when I say it is.
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