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“Hello? Who’s calling, please?” “Mel, it’s me, Dana.” “Dana, where in the world are you? Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick!” “I’m a little tired but I’m fine. I knew you’d be worried and I’m sorry. This is the first chance I’ve had to get to a phone.” “Where’s your cell?” “Oh, I have it, but I can’t use it right now.” “Why not? Where the hell are you?” “Mel please calm down. Everything’s fine. I can explain.” “Please do!” I spent the next five minutes explaining the course of my day after our last conversation to my half sick with worry girlfriend. By the time I was done, I could sense that she’d calmed down a little, but she was still upset over the entire situation that I was in and that she was also in by association with me. “Baby, I’m so sorry that your good name is being