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Not really into disrepair, more a genteel scruffiness. I used to know people who lived there. Our high school madrigal group would go to the Mission Inn every Christmas to sing in the rotunda. I always liked exploring the place, the eccentric who built it would bring back a souvenir from some part of the world he had just visited, and build a wing around it. If it wasn't such a heinous drive, I'd suggest a swanking. We could all take turns sitting in President Taft's chair.
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Does anyone still wear a hat? 
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