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But, it doesn't feel *right* to be reading this at work under the bright glare of fluorescent lights. The mood of Crankyblanca is one of a darkened, underground cafe where everyone wears black and sits attentively in the dark while sipping Scotch and listening to the silken-voiced narrator weave his tapestry under a lonely spotlight. Oh, yes...and a melancholy saxophone solo playing softly in the background...
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