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"And as always, two-hundred no shows."
"How, exactly, do we go back to your place?"
The Island of People Who Never Get Back to You
"The sound of violins, the night, the wine, the ambience—but most of all, Louise, you!"
"I was going to call you but I remembered I left some empty oxygen canisters on Mt. Everest."