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Friday, 15 March 2013
Close the Door!
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I don't know who was more embarrassed, Dudo or I.
It was partially my fault. I left the house without pulling down the shade on the den window. Dudo was clearly indignant. But, come on, he's the one who didn't close the door.
"CAN'T A GUY GET
ANY
PRIVACY?!?"
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