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SEPTEMBER 28, 1985—SYRACUSE, NEW YORKI haven’t heard anything from Robbie since he ducked out of The West with Cindy Friday night, but wherever they ended up and whatever they did isn’t my business. Still, I’m curious, and I’ve toyed with the idea of ringing him up to get the dirt on what went down. Even though this new me has the thoughts of an older man who respects people’s privacy, the virile young mind inside me has a mind of its own. (Chalk it up to the hound of male youth.) But some things never change when it comes to s*x. Speaking of which, I woke up this morning to one of Monica’s romps. It seems she’s a morning person when it comes to s*x, not that I’m complaining. It’s a wonderful way to start my day, and this morning there was the enhancement of Tiff’s face mixed in with Mo
