The phone rings.
“Barry, you at the library?”
“Why would I be at the library?”
“To get away from this. You could come to the library here in Vegas. They have two books and neither are colored in.”
“Watching the pregame, are you?” I asked.
“Hold it, hold it! There she is. Oh, good, she made it. I’m so relieved. What kind of music does she sing, anyway?”
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