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...and what a charming Kept Nuisance she is, too.  If I may be so bold
as to intervene, which is not an act of much boldness at all, might
I attempt an explanation?  M, at last count, does not actually own
a 1962 Corvette, and presumably attempts to inherent one from the
perennially dying Daniel A. Foss.  As for the extent of the damage
of the "accident", there was very little: M was not in a car, but was
struck by one which was driven by an individual who did not believe,
apparently, that someone would be such an idiot as to walk directly
before a moving automobile, whether right-of-way pertained or not.
M is always surprising people that way.


M was not injured, and, upon rising and striking the dirtied clothing,
M was heard to say something to the effect of how only one person could
be so low as to attempt an assassination on Such A Nice Day, and that
obviously even the Atlantic Ocean was not enough of a barrier.  However,
we know better, don't we, H?  And, by virtue of the fact that you
disallow the possibility that M is a distinct creature from a Juniper
Sage, all due to the permissiveness of the mail header, might I issue
a request with care for fastidiousness upon which you shall quickly
make good your promise to do whatever "I" ask?  Please come and tend,
one way or another, to M's wounds, an escape route from this dungeon.