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The cityscapes told me Nolan would get it right. The dream-within-dream relativity was something else, as was the love for the Diana Rigg Bond. I’ve chosen my ring for my totem, because Chinese characters always get muddled in my mind. Raging brainer, indeed.What disappointed me was my follow-up, a comparative trifle set on the tawdry streets of the inner city (perhaps in anticipation of my trek this morning through Hawthorne and El Segundo to drop off one car and pick up the other) where I had stopped at a public restroom and was accosted by a couple of hooligans. I tried to shut the door on them, but the lock didn’t take and they barged in brandishing a glass blade. With them in pursuit I fled into the night and found refuge in an unfamiliar electronics chain store decorated in the business-killing 風水 red of Circuit City, CompUSA and The Good Guys! On the second floor I would ambush each separately and punish them quite righteously.

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