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The
Stalker Letter (Mar. 7, 2000) Katie (answering the phone): Hello? Henry: Rise and shine, Peretti. Katie: What do you want? Henry: Who got up on the wrong side of her lonely twin bed this morning? Must be hard to sleep knowing you're being harassed by some crazed maniac. Katie: Actually, you didn't cross my mind at all. Henry: Touché. So, any additional fallout from my little arts and crafts project? Katie: I'll talk to you when I get in, okay? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Katie: You have no clue what I just had to go through. Henry: What? Poor baby. Poor baby. Did Holden force you to listen to '70s music all the way over? Katie: No, Margo got the forensics report back while I was standing there with Holden. Henry: So? Forensics came up empty, right? Katie: Yeah, luckily for you. Henry: Luck had nothing to do with it. It's amazing what you can accomplish with brains and a pair of latex gloves. Katie: Don't be so cocky. Margo has already figured out that the stalker probably works here, at the station. [Henry whistles.] Henry: What a pro, that Margo. No wonder they pay her the big bucks. Katie: Aren't you worried in the least? Henry: Why should I be, Katie? Even Margo the magnificent cannot link us to those letters. What motive would we possibly have? Katie: Oh, you are actually enjoying this. Henry: Actually, I wish the game were a little bit more challenging. Katie: Henry, I don't want you making any more phone calls, writing any more letters, okay? Henry: Katie -- Katie: I'm sick of this! Henry: Katie, this faux stalker is the best thing to happen
to your career since Molly and Chris left the blinds open.
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