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This girl I used to <cough, cough> "date" told me she had bad luck with men.
She met some guy and had sex with him at her place, her bedroom was upstairs and the kitchen was downstairs. After apparently some marathon sex action - he offered to get her a drink of water. And she told me:
"You know, after 10 minutes or so and he doesn't come back - I figured he went to the bathroom, then a half hour goes by and I start to get worried. I went downstairs and he had taken my gameboy and my stereo."
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