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I pause my theremin playing for a moment and the machine shrieks as I drop my hands. I'm in shock, of course; I never expected you to walk through that door again, and certainly not while I was learning how to play Billy Joel, and with this half-grown mustache, too. Damnit. You'd have a lot of convincing to do if you wanted me to believe that life isn't run by cruel pixies bent on my destruction.