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[betty_roberts]

Betty was rather relieved to find this place today. She has hours and hours of scripts to write, and this lets her get a good headstart on that project.

So there's a young woman from the early forties settled at one of the tables not too far from the fireplace, clattering away on her trusty (if very, very noisy) portable manual typewriter.

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[perpetualstate]

"What model is that?"

Michael's looking over the top of his newspaper, a cup of coffee by his elbow.

Typewriters are pretty.

[betty_roberts]

"It's my Underwood," she says. "Well, actually, it's the station's -- mine is at home in my apartment.

"How are you this evening, Mr. Bluth?"

[perpetualstate]

"It's quite pretty."

His face falls a little.

"I'm doing well. I suppose my family's notoriety has preceded me?"

Although he didn't know his family had any stock at all in the early forties.

[betty_roberts]

Betty blinks in confusion.

"I don't think I understand," she says. "Notoriety?"