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November 14, 2007

From the Comments - By John Sheirer

Slime Ball

They met by chance at the laundry-mat. She was a graduate student in human services at the university, preparing for a career in social work. She just wanted to help people. She really was that kind of person.

He ran the fryer at the local fast-food joint, a promotion from cleaning up spilled kid's meals and mopping the slimy restrooms. He told her he was a physician's assistant who volunteered as a Big Brother and served turkey at the city homeless shelter on holidays.

By the time she suggested exchanging phone numbers, he was already thinking about exchanging bodily fluids.

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