So there I was, walking home from my annual late afternoon coffee run, not exactly minding my own business, but not giving it away for cheap. And I was getting that strange, apprehensive feeling
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hahaha. You would hate my dog, Lando. He's small but ferocious. We once stopped a 7-11 beer run, and I felt the same surge of adrenaline. I paced around my apt shaky-legged calling everyone and telling them Lando and I stopped a super-high, drunk gangster from getting his drink on
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