Sabine:
We met because he spelled her name wrong. He was looking for Savine, but he found me instead. I lived on a quaint street in Covington, just down the block from Mainstrasse, where I often spent the nights out partying with my girl friends. He'd gone to Catholic school with Savine and had just moved back after a stint in San Francisco. He wanted to know if she'd like to go to church with him. I answered the door wearing raccoon eyes and a hickey.
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