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But instead, I got a strange response: "Yeah, we've been meaning to have coffee for a few months now, haven't we?" WTF? Whatever. I stumbled into the Kitchen to refill my own mug and asked him how he took his. "Let me go ahead and carmela soprano do the outside, then I'll come in carmela soprano and have a cup." Again: WTF? Sigh. So much for getting rid of him early. No way carmela soprano I was changing clothes while he circled the house, but I used the time to brush the hair and pull it back into a ponytail, straighten up a bit, etc. When he came back in, he asked to use my restroom. Took forever. Then wrote up my invoice. Took forever. Meanwhile, I had poured his coffee, which still sat full, even after I had written my check and handed it to him.
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