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To anyone, or Tom Moody is who I thought of last night reading myself to sleep at Rocheblave. The artwork featuring a coke bottle on the page opposite the short story title page in the latest (28th?) New Yorker had me so totally holy cow wow-weeed, and for other than just the obvious salacious reasons. Who that is, the artist? Someone please feel free to scan and post, huh.