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I've been thinkin'-Yeah, I know, that's ALWAYS dangerous, at least in MY case-& I've come to the conclusion that I don't think I'd wanna trade my miserable, mediocre, worthless life for a Kennedys' life..."The Compound"-Sure it would be neat to have a private place all to yrself on a paradise like Cape Cod- But Teddy couldn't do what Kevin & I did that night-Pop into the local pizzaria, & grab a pizza. He couldn't go loafin' at the local hardware store, shoot the sh!t w/the other ol' geezers sittin' out front, go take a swim at the local beach, whatever...a compound could also be called a "cage", in a lot of ways. The locals pretty much tried to take care of the Kennedys, & I think the Kennedys were friendly w/most of 'em, but still...You really weren't allowed to talk to them, much beyond a "Good Morning !" Ain't no way to live, to me...
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