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... you're the locker room where he eases up after the fight... win or lose.
You're the shock absorber for collisions with ex-wives, models, new wives and assorted tramps.
You're the little wheel without which the express called "Lonesome Rhodes" plunges off the track
and leaps to destruction.


a face in the crowd, 1957






Yup. I've been there in that "relationship".