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spigot: WELL LIKE I WROTE IN MY GAY MEMOIRS: "AND THEN AT THE END OF THE AFTERNOON AS MY ANONYMOUS TOILET PARTNER WALKED OUT OF HIS STALL WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A THANK YOU OR A BUSINESS CARD SLIPPED UNDER THE DOOR OR LIKE A MORSE-CODE TAPPING OF HIS PHONE NUMBER (AS PER THE USUAL)" spigot: "I KNEW THAT TOMORROW WOULD BE YET ANOTHER 9-5 OF COCKS AND SPURT. IT'S TIME GO HO HOME I TOLD MYSELF, AND WITH THAT I TOWELLED OFF MY QUEER FACE, WALKED BACK OUT INTO THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF VALLCO FASHION PARK AND WAITED FOR THE 23." spigot: THE END (OR IS IT)