Midnight?!
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Nov 15, 2014
Now, after a hard day of working non-stop in a coffee shop you would go home, watch a movie maybe and go to bed. But no, not for me I have the pleasure of staying a another 3 hours, losing my flat keys and two drunks stealing my car and crashing it! Then accompanying them to the police station!
Did I mention in a police car with my hands cuffed?
Yay! What fun!
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When you can sit with someone in complete silence and just sit back in the car and listen to music, that's how you know... it's real.
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