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They always ended up buying. Speaking of Marsha, about an hour later we ran into each other again. “So where are you living now?” she asked. “Brentwood,” I told her. “What about you?” She goes, “Wilshire.” I nodded. “Wilshire and…?” Wilshire is a big street. She goes, “Wilshire and… there.” Stroke