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...but you were in one of my dreams last night, Becky. (No, not like THAT.) [And how sad is that - when you start having dreams about fellow Crankylanders?]
The whole classy, intelligent librarian thing was just a facade. You were this trashy, seedy character who was being destroyed by alcoholism. I remember you stumbling around, hurling slurred insults at people.
I'm not sure of the significance of that, but I thought I'd tell you.
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