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July 25, 2005

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Dawn Summers

How was it inadvertently brought to your attention? Are you going to Krotch's wedding?

Troy Flint

Dawn! I'm thrilled that the magic of the Internet has afforded us this opportunity to reconnect. As for the mysterious source that led me to your online lair, my initial inclination is to keep his name under warps.

Yet, in an age when Deep Throat and Matthew Cooper sing like canaries, that would be foolhardy. So, I reveal to you that it was that master of revelry and Puck-like exuberance, one Mr. C. D. Manders who coughed up the goods.

On a sadder note, I regret to report that I will not be attending the Krotchian nuptials. Do you know if his dear betrothed will assume the family name? If so, give my blessings to both halves of the merry couple.

Dawn Summers

from the little i know of the bride...i think he'll be taken her name.

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