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Chin up, Benfox!
I'd suggest just ringing up Steve* and going for a beer, but I suppose that's not really possible. On the upside though, sooner or later (I'm guessing it's sooner by now,) you'll be out of that lunatic asylum, and able to zing round downtown New York fighting crime.
In the meantime, I'd drink scotch in my room, listen to the blues and read James Joyce, Keats and Dostoyevsky, were I you.
* I hate to ask for an update, but not that much obviously... how is the old devil doing? |
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