she bought me a drink, we heard the band, she talked about jumping off a bridge, then she started to punch me, I walked her home .. I had my bike. We went in and ended up fucking. Next morning she tells me I have to leave before her son comes home from his camping trip. ... I lost my glove outside the bar. I still have the other one.

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