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"So your car became
your... message center?" "That's right." "...by hooking
up the building's reserve generator to the cigarette lighter, you received
messages from Martha Stewart through the television, is that right? "Yes,"
Marley answered. "...and Martha Stewart told you to dump two hundred
gallons of BisQuick into the public swimming pool to make.... an eye pleasing
conversation piece for the whole community?" Marley rolled his eyes.
State-appointed psychiatrists were so stupid. He doubted that this one
even noticed that Amelia Eirhart had been sitting quietly in the corner
of the room the whole time filing her nails.
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