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I recalled the poisoned water... the giant mosquitoes... waking up covered in honey and wearing only socks in the middle of a bullfighting arena...
But nothing having anything to do with Davis. So I kept asking quizzically.
"You say that your husband went back and forth between L.A. and Oakland?"
"Yes," she replied, "but I think he settled for Oakland."
I laughed very hard and milk came out of my nose. Oddly enough, I had not been drinking milk.
An awkard silence blanketed the room.
"So... you wanna go do something?"
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