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Having met Annette O'Toole, I do believe I would, despite that she's nearly twice my age. My stepmother, who is probably just about her contemporary, believes, somewhat enviously, she has had "work" done, though I didn't see it. I will reenact the X-Files episode where her husband, Michael McKean, switches brains with Duchovny, except I will be in the stead of old Mulder. Then I will go to town, Spinal Tap stylee.
I've realized to my horror that I've now devoted entirely too much thought to this great unlikelihood.
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