"So, he's a good guy? I mean... an adulterer, but a good guy?"

Man . . . been there, done that.

Men! They're all such sweet talkers . . . They take advantage of your youth naivete, and then they leave you, pregnant and single, at the end of summer, with no options but to work for low wages in the factories until you get thrown out on the streets by the sleaze-bag foreman (egged on by a conniving, jealous bitch), and ultimately you turn to prostitution, contract syphilis, and die.

But don't give up hope! Maybe a rich and kind man, haunted by his past sins, will raise your child as his own. I mean, sure -- YOU'RE still screwed, but maybe your kid won't have it so bad.

Come, Cozette, Come nooooow the light iiiiiiiiiiiiis faaaadingggg...
That's some good times.

i miss bagel day. and i miss you.