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Meredith feels like she's being stared at. By everyone. It's intimidating.

Usually she doesn't get noticed much, and sure, she'd like some attention, but this is just crazy. Of course she knows it's not actually her they're all staring at, but it still makes her nervous. How do other girls deal with it? This girl, the one she's leading around, doesn't exactly look like she's reveling in it either, though. She must have a different disposition than Joanie, who always seems cool as a cucumber no matter how many men fawn over her.

This girl's look is much different than Joanie's, too, which is probably why everyone is staring. Meredith can't deny it's a bit shocking, how tall and slim and modern she is. Just like Twiggy. This must be what seeing a celebrity in person is like: realizing someone is so cool it's beyond your understanding.

So why did she ask for Mr. Ginsberg?

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Stan Rizzo is smoking a cigarette and frowning at a set of thumbnails when the door to the office opens. He smirks to himself as he starts to turn in his chair.

“So, what did Peggy say? Do we get to make it rain chee-oly shit.” That is not Ginsberg.