My night was going good despite the fact that Miles had a bad tooth ache. We went to our favorite little mexican resteraunt whose name shall remain unknown and Miles had one of their HUGE mugs of beer. Toward the end of the meal Miles says "I have an idea." He asked the waitor what flan was. The waitor was very accomidating and had his manager
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You are it and you can not even find me. Ha Ha Ha
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