"Did I ever tell you about the time I was kidnapped by Gypsies?"
I am leaning at a bar with a foreign friend, both of us beer-breathed and shit-faced. He has interrupted an epic monologue on his daily life -- complete with meticulous details about his latest dream (He dreamt he had purchased apples, but when he got home, they were oranges. What could it mean?) to tell an anecdote from his past.
"Yes, I believe you have."
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