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February 21, 2007

From The Comments: Mr. E.

It took a minute for the room to come into focus. Not that it mattered. There was nothing familiar in his surroundings, including the foul taste in his mouth.

Water. Man, was he thirsty!

The wrapped plastic cup indicated that he was in the My-T-Fyne Inn of Springfield, which neither rang any bells nor narrowed down his location much.

It was at the sink he found the note.

Bob:

You remembered the same pickup line you used on me back in ’86, even if you forgot me.

I left your wedding ring, pants, and shoes at the front desk.

Marie

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