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I met a boy called Frank Mills. On September twelfth right here, in front of the Waverly. But unfortunately I lost his address. He was last seen with his friend, a drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles, but he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back. I love him but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him. He lives in Brooklyn somewhere and wears this white crash helmet. He has gold chains on his leather jacket, and on the back are written the names 'Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels'. I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him tell him I'm in the park with my girlfriend. And please tell him Angela and I don't want the two dollars back, just him.