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Theatrical Muse The details are sketchy. I vaguely recall some sort of argument between myself and Dave, which led to his taking some steps against me, and then I felt akin to what I've always imagined it must be like to be a California blonde.
Then Dave was gone...which had something to do with a large dark box.
I was so lonely...I actually tried to play Jenga. The game is ever so much more challenging when you don't have hands.