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  1. ***peeks into PLUSA room***

    Who the heck is playing X-Mas music? Aaagh!

    ***puts “Fool in the Rain” on repeat on the Ipod***

    Aahhh…that’s the stuff.

    Well there’s a light in your eye that keeps shinin’,
    Like a star that can’t wait for night.
    I hate to think I been blinded baby.
    Why can’t I see you tonight?
    An’ the warmth of your smile starts a burnin’
    An’ the thrill of your touch give me fright
    And I’m shakin’ so much, really yearnin’.
    Why don’t you show up and make it alrig__ht-yeah?
    It’s alright-right.

    And if you promised you’d love so completely
    An’ you said you would always be true,
    You swore that you never would leave me baby,
    Whatever happened to you?
    An’ you thought it was only in movies
    As you wish all your dreams would come true, hey.
    It ain’t the first time believe me baby,
    I’m standin’ here feelin’ blu__e, blu__e-hah!.
    Yes I’m blue.

    Oh babe.

    Now I will stand in the rain on the corner,
    I watch the people go shufflin’ downtown.
    A-nother ten minutes no longer
    An’ then I’m turnin’ around ’round.
    An’ the clock on the wall’s movin’ slower,
    Oh my heart it sinks to the ground
    An’ the storm that I thought would blow over
    Clouds the light of the love that I fou__nd, fou__nd.

    Light of the love that I found.
    Light of the love that I found.
    Oh that I found.

    Hey babe.

    Oooh__ hand that ticks on the clock
    Just don’t seem to stop
    When I’m thinking it over.

    Oooh__ tired of the light,
    I just don’t seem to find.
    Have you wait, yeah played.

    Whoah~oooh__ I see it in my dreams
    But I just don’t seem to be with you, you
    I gotta get it all, gotta get it all, gotta get it all, I’ve got to get a__ll.

    Ooh now my body is starting to quiver
    An’ the palms of my hands gettin’ wet oh.
    I got no reason to doubt you baby,
    It’s all a terrible mess.
    An’ I’ll run in the rain ’til I’m breathless,
    When I’m breathless I’ll run ’til I drop, hey!
    An’ the thoughts of a fool’s scattered careless,
    I’m just a fool waitin’ on the wrong blo__ck ohh-yeah.

    Hey now. Ohhh__-hoh~hohh.
    Light of the love that I found.
    Light of the love that I found.
    Light of the love that I…
    Light of the love that I found.
    Light of the hey now. Light of the hey now.
    Light of the love that I found.
    Light of the love that I found.

  2. [enters brownstoner headquarters through secret panel next to velvet painting of Dogs Playing Poker]

    [removes i-pod still playing “Sympathy For The Devil”]

    kind of cold in here tonight!
    I’ll have to bring up the possibility of installing a minimalist fireplace to heat up the place.

    let’s see, where did I leave that copy of Bauhaus to Our House? ah, here it is.

    …alrighty then, I’m off.

    [turns on i-pod, locates Good King Wenceslas and presses play]

    [slips out through secret panel leading to tunnel beneath Atlantic Avenue…fade out on car traveling along dark mountain road to holiday music…

    “Good King Wenceslas looked out
    On the feast of Stephen
    When the snow lay round about
    Deep and crisp and even
    Brightly shone the moon that night
    Though the frost was cruel
    When a poor man came in sight
    Gath’ring winter fuel

    “Hither, page, and stand by me
    If thou know’st it, telling
    Yonder peasant, who is he?
    Where and what his dwelling?”
    “Sire, he lives a good league hence
    Underneath the mountain
    Right against the forest fence
    By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

    “Bring me flesh and bring me wine
    Bring me pine logs hither
    Thou and I will see him dine
    When we bear him thither.”
    Page and monarch forth they went
    Forth they went together
    Through the rude wind’s wild lament
    And the bitter weather

    “Sire, the night is darker now
    And the wind blows stronger
    Fails my heart, I know not how,
    I can go no longer.”
    “Mark my footsteps, my good page
    Tread thou in them boldly
    Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
    Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

    In his master’s steps he trod
    Where the snow lay dinted
    Heat was in the very sod
    Which the Saint had printed
    Therefore, Christian men, be sure
    Wealth or rank possessing
    Ye who now will bless the poor
    Shall yourselves find blessing

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