when i lived in holland i had this girlfriend named lisette. she worked in the restaurant. we were always together. until one day henk decided that she wasn't allowed to come back to work until i left the country two months from then.
the next morning i went into the restaurant. i was sitting in the staff break room. crying onto my breakfast when henk came in, put his hand on my shoulder and said "stop crying. you're too old to cry. this is safya. she's going to teach you how to shoot a gun."
i am currently being semi-stalked by a guy that i believe thinks i'm somebody else. there is a language barrier. in a way. it's a little creepy.
she's going to teach you how to shoot a gun. talk about stress relief.
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