The Guy Who Robbed Me at the ATM
December 11th 2006 It's just another Thursday night. A little after eleven o'clock at night and I have just arrived home at my studio apartment in Royal Palace Housevill. As I'm sitting in my chair, drinking a cup of grape juice and checking my e-mail, the phone rings.
"Uggh" (that's how old Korean men answer the phone, and aspiring to be like an old Korean man, precisely how I answer mine)
"Yo, Shawn, it's Da
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