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Another guy on the phone, pacing around the airport lounge: "So he writes out this long, defensive, soliloquy..."
"There's all kinds of trickery," he says while he gets soup.
"Nothing matters, nothing matters."
He's way over by the emergency exit, so I'm picking up only snippets.
He's cackling now.
I could walk over, lean toward him, and cup my hand to my ear, but I'm afraid that would be conspicuous.
"I was summoned to the headquarters to be told that."
"And I have Alan on the other side saying they're trying to find me."
"That does transcend anything that would..." Not sure what he said next.
"Hey! This jerk is tweeting about our conversation! What the $#*&, man? I'll kill him!"
That last one was a joke.
