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A summary of today’s writing because it deserves nothing more:

Kate approached him, laughing to herself. Kate smiled warmly at Booth and said, “I am too.”
Kate asked.
Booth paused, expectantly. Kate lied with a nod. Booth was just as pompous as Kate remembered. Booth exclaimed. Mr. Booth! Please, Mr. Booth. Kate asked.
“I don’t remember,” Kate admitted. “Eggs,” Booth said quickly. “It’s a gun, ‘Arthur,’” Kate whispered.
Kate asked, now completely confused.
Booth took the box from Kate and handed her another. “I gathered that,” Kate said.
Booth laughed maniacally.
Booth said.
Kate asked. The audience applauded; Kate joined in.