Speaking of private schools, Eliot Spitzer and I prepped together. Well, not really together. He was three years ahead of me, and I didn't know him. The school was all boys when I started in seventh grade. It went coed the next year except for the junior and senior classes. Spitzer was in the junior class. After eighth grade, we moved to southern California where I went to a coed and somewhat startlingly precocious public school. I probably did not get as good an education, and my path to power, well, it was just shot. I have, however, never been to a prostitute, much less a ring of them.
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