Chapter 49: In Which We Are WTF-ed.

[prosaically]

A friend of a friend just called me and asked if he could take me out for a dinner tomorrow

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[b_berg]

Wow. Good luck. I understand your motives, but promise to be careful, okay?

And trust me, she would understand.

[prosaically]

Thanks. And sure, sure. I'm not as stupid as everyone seems to think I am.

And no, m'dear, she would not. And she would not have approved of it.