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Mother went strangely silent. Tabs thought...no, *knew* when she meant when she insisted he throw the ipod into the bathtub at the peak of "Tales of Brave Ulysses." Her limp body puffy from the grapefruits and sangria. In a panic he called 912. He knew that six was too much...better to stick with 4. A gentle voice on the other end of the line took his name and buffet number and said they'd call him back. Told him to sit tight. Told him to keep quiet. Or else. Or else she'd be back.
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