So as part of a writing project, I needed an argumentative dialogue between two people, and I was stuck. Finally, at 2:30 a.m., a certain brilliant and sexy clarinet player (who I swear gets increasingly odder and even funnier at ungodly hours of the nighttime) agreed to fight with me, no holds barred. I threw in a monkey, he threw in a pawned
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