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In this episode:
I had a dream that we got Elizabeth's nudies from our anonymous tipster; my inbox is still displaying no new email about said nudies of Elizabeth's chest-pillows.
We talk about the day we got the email; how the night and subsequent morning unfolded; Candbury's transformation from a giddy drunk teen with Bambino in hand, to a depressed kid on the playground.
I watched the Bachelorette yesterday and cringed.