I will never forget that time that I wrecked my car outside of your fifth-floor walkup apartment. I was a pretty bloody mess, all road rash and gravel and facial abrasions. How was I supposed to know you were watching zombie movies with all the lights out, and that the first thing you'd do when I came to your door ragged, dirty and pale would be to scream and punch me in the face?
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