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Anya accosted me at CBs...blocking my path with her outstretched leg and asking for a light. I told her I had to get home to Westchester. She kept her pursuit up for a few months...until she got me to sit on her lap during the screening of Don Lett's punk documentary. It was pretty funny...she kept purring and petting me like I was her housecat.