"Never more Lewis, do you understand, never under the same roof, ever."
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For Lew's sake, it probably would have been better if Troth had come to this realization before chasing him down in Chicago and explaining it to his face. He tried to be the bigger man and just run off without any drama but he found himself chased down by an ex-coworker and now a soon-to-be ex-wife anyway! They couldn't even allow him the dignity of fleeing with his tail between his legs. They had to chase after him so they could hit him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper as well.
I'm still unsure if this whole Lew Basnight ordeal is some kind of satirical take on a genre of writing. It just sounds so much like a Victorian era drama. Maybe that's the whole point because Lew's life is a Victorian era drama! I mean, did you not read this in an overly dramatic breathy staccato?
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