Two Strapping Young Lads

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Who else would show up in matching stone washed jeans and white t-shirts to help me move? The best part was when they pulled up to the curb and mysteriously stormed off not 2 seconds later. As I stood on the curb, exceptionally confused, Patrick made faces. They drove--slowly--around the apartment and pulled up anew. The source of their delay? Tom had forgotten to roll a pack cigarettes in his sleeve.

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