MARY'S PLACE

Evan hitches his chair closer to yours, leans close to you, smells your breath, and quickly scoots over to the other side of the table. From that safe distance, he smiles mischievously at you and says,

"Two Frames are responsible, and one of them is mine."

"Just what in blazes is that cryptic clue supposed to mean?"

Evan picks up his napkin, wipes his mouth delicately, and leaves the table despite your entreaties.

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