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I worked, went to a bar, and a party. And within those three locations was informed that I, in some intoxicaring form, have a name well known and am some hot comodotity. All of which I reject and am suspect to. Low and behold, this must be why the young men kiss me. If you ever become some Ypsi urban legend to kids who don't live here and against their better judgement wish they did, kill yourself immediatly. I plan to.