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May 5, 2006
Margie and Jeff daydream of being the couple that wakes up early on Saturday mornings and greets the sunrise while seated on rattan furniture on their professionally planted veranda, sipping fresh-squeezed orange juice out of crystal goblets. They want to be the couple that plays crisp sets of tennis without fail every Saturday morning, the couple that runs in Central Park every Sunday even when it pours.

Instead, as always, they're still asleep at 2:30 on Sunday afternoon, sprawled on a sheet-tangled bed littered with Chinese takeout cartons, pizza boxes, and empty cigarette packs, where they've been since Friday night.