Last night, just after I got home, and was preparing to eat food, I heard a lot of crashing sounds from an adjacent room. It wasn't Chris, Sarita wasn't home, and it wasn't me. That only left Setzer. And, yeah, it was Setzer. He tore out of Chris' room, ran into the dining room, turned around, skidding through the kitchen. He had a plastic bag
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