This gentleman of whom I had previously spoken, the 27 year old from IKEA, is swell. He has his own house in Redford, which is actually a lot of fun. Aside from me losing my debit card over there 500 times, I enjoy the place. He's a silly drunk, though, which means he regresses like mad-whoa when he's hammied. He, uh, also tends to pick up $300 bar
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