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"We've been tracking you down for three years, non-stop; we looked through files both old and new, interrogated any one who knew you personally - just to find out that you live here - " he motions to my lovely room, "In an apartment complex with twelve other people - are you wearing crocs?"

"Shut up, you don't know my life," I snap back, my bright blue footwear squeaking underneath me, "And these are comfy."

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I like what I'm doing and I plan on finishing this