"So I took him home drunk, and when they arrived he decided to walk up the street to go get stoned with his friends. He gave me a hug and the container of sauerkraut soup from Sigrid's. I was reminded of the time when he was 18 and under similar circumstances lost his glasses falling into a puddle, only to be subsequently attacked by a flock of geese in mating season."
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