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These are the kinds of nights that, when looking back on a concatenation of them, don't seem like they accomplished much, but are collectively known as some of the best times ever. Stephan seems to catalyze that kind of night. I don't know; we watched and tracked the recycling and development of motives in Evita (first the movie [AntonioBanderascansing?!] and then the OBCR), ate two entire pizzas by ourselves, analyzed Pierrot Lunaire's lack of analyzable features and directly contradicted Dr. Brandt with support from a well-respected Schoenberg authority, verified the fact that Ben is now a movie star (he was in Prague at the wrong time and ended up waving a Danish flag out of focus for 17 frames in the credits of what may just be the worst movie ever), jammed out to the Bat Boy soundtrack, and watched a particularly good West Wing episode. As well as the first scene of Mr. Willis of Ohio. In which I win. The original three are dwindle, dwarf and dwell; Dwight, as a proper name, does not count, but I still maintain that "dweeb" is well-enough-attested in English to break the three-word rule for starting with "dw."
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