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I spoke to Ashley on the phone. She told me about a boy at work, "chiseled jaw, perfect teeth," who lives in Eastern Market but sings in a band called Shamrock. He follows her outside on breaks but doesn't smoke. Last I heard, after sticking a paper cone cup on her head, he said, "That's cute as hell. I want to fuck you," then grabbed her elbow, grinned, and walked off.