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“You're not the kind of girl who'd be in a place like this at a time like this. Not the kind of girl who'd sit next to a guy who's the kind of guy who'd be in Bright Lights, Big City II and be so [spaced out/coked up/polypharmaceutically prepositioned/ (Add/delete as appropriate)] that he thinks he's the kind of guy who'd be in a pastiche of Calvino's If on a winter's night a traveler. It was pre-assigned seating.”

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