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After her messy break-up with Carol, Lemon resigns herself to a life of spinsterhood, complete with a fanny pack-adorned sweat suit, a cat named Emily Dickinson, and a large-print copy of Murder on the Orient Express. Jenna tries to jog her out of the lovelorn lurch by taking her to a club that seems perfectly suited for Lemon.
One hot stranger (Eion Bailey) and a random hook-up later, Lemon thinks all signs are pointing away from her inevitable slog toward "Decrepit Cat Lady"... until she starts to piece together clues from the night before, Agatha Christie-style, and realizes it was all a set-up by the gang at TGS. Whether that's extra-sad or heartwarming, you be the judge. Either way, Lemon got to make out with a swarthy fellow named Anders.