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anonymous.

I'm sure if the

situation were reversed,

You'd want

the same thing.

That's not very likely.

Oh. Why?

If I wanted

to cheer someone up

By sending them flowers,

I wouldn't

make them so crazy

By not signing the card

That they couldn't

enjoy the stupid things

In the first place,

You know?

It sort of defeats

the purpose.

You're not

going to tell me?

I'm-I'm sorry.

Someone sent you flowers?

Who sent you flowers?

Listen, I'll be

at Puffy's 6:
30ish.

Come drink adult beverages

with me.

Hey, how come

you're not at work?

All right. Let's

break this down.

We're running out of

people who would have...

Thank you.

Did anyone else

know about Stanley?

Maybe someone back in

Pittsburgh sent them.

No. Mm-mmm.

Not a soul.

How about

Captain Thoughtful?

Um, it wouldn't

have occurred to him.

He said that.

No, he didn't.

Danny is, uh...

Yeah.

You know, he's-

He's the romantic

equivalent

Of a night-light.

You say that

as if that's bad.

I don't have time in my life

for anything more.

I'm a VP, remember?

Ok, so if it

wasn't Danny,

And it sure as hell

wasn't me-

It was nobody!

Somebody likes you.

Stop it.

Come on. Why not?

Your prince has

finally showed up

To sweep you

off your feet.

It's a nice fantasy.

What fantasy?

You got the flowers.

Yeah, but I live on a little

planet called reality

Where stuff like that

just doesn't happen,

And even if it did-

Yeah?

I'm not the sort of person

that they happen to.

It was probably

just some...

clerical error

of the floral world.

Yeah.

And even

if it wasn't,

Prince Charming

probably

Would have turned

out to be a dick.

I'm serious, too.

It's safer

this way.

You'd just be

disappointed.

I'll keep

the fantasy, though.

An anonymous gift

from a secret admirer?

I could go for years

on that.

And I guarantee you

That even

my dullest fantasy

Would be 10 times

more romantic

Than the truth

could ever be.

Oh, god, you got

material like this,

Who wants the truth?

This is terrible.

Dallas.

237 people just dropped

right out of the sky.

Joey let you in.

After being tortured

long and mercilessly.

What are you eating?

Pork?

No. It's chicken.

Oh, my god.

Would you look at that?

I've been watching

for, like, three hours.

It's the same images

over and over.

I'm completely addicted.

Oh, where's Mel?

Oh, no.

Really?

Yep.

Didn't the feeder work?

It worked fine.

I think he just died

of loneliness.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey, why aren't you

at work, anyway?

And who sent flowers?

Can we just

not talk right now?

Ok.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Stanley?

Sarah from school

is having

A birthday party

on saturday,

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