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GM Lincoln 18th April, Mid Afternoon The small apartment of Mr Dwayne Dee, Esq was a riot. In that it looked like a riot had stormed through it. Unwashed clothes, pizza boxes, and microwave meals peppered the floor like an abstract painting. Wires and electronics and computers without any discernible organisation lay on DIY furniture. These were the friends and loves of Mr Dwayne Dee, Esq. But right now, Mr Dwayne Dee had found “the one”. And he was most excited about it. So excited, in fact, he had elected to call his sister about it. “Sis, sis! I have met someone! On the internet! She really understands me! I think it’s love!” He paused to wobble off some meaningless computer jargon, his head spinning from the electronics around him. “You have to come over! HEEELLLLP!” he wailed, lost in this novel situation and equally novel emotions. Dwayne was overcome with excitement and anxiety, to torturous level.