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  1. ‘sounds like the usual benzian evening of odd vignettes. i’m impressed that you can still stomach an iron, much less admit that that you passed thru the glaringly un-ivy covered halls of orobnide university.

    i would guess that dad was tickled pink that you were visiting his old haunts, tho he probably would not recognixe the latest incarnation.

    p.s. i can’t wait for the burgh novel!

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