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Almost forgot: Happy birthday, Matilda of the Algonquin. I see her pretty often and, sometimes, give her a pat. She tends to hang out a little on the outskirts of things, but she's always around, sitting on a suitcase or the counter. I haven't seen her sit on the small, Freudlike couch they've set out for her, but then, I'm not there all the time. I've taken a turn away from meats, but for the hotel's defunct steak sandwich, I'd veer back again.
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wow, I was walking past the algonquin that very day, peeking in the windows for no good reason at all (other than that I’ve never been inside!), just because I had an hour to spare while waiting for sprint to fix my phone around the corner!matilda must have been shooting out some vibes!