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"What were you going to say about that couple in front of us in the coat check line?" Katie asks as we walk to our train through the bitter cold of the Upper West Side.

"Oh, I was just going to say I never could understand why attractive girls ended up going out with skeevy guys," I say, measuring my long strides so she can keep up. "I mean, that guy was seriously rat-faced."

"Oh, I was thinking just the opposite," Katie said as she wrapped her coat tighter around her. "I thought he had potential, but she looked rode hard and put away wet."