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I was just a few minutes late, and there were six guys there already, opening beers and chatting. Not nobody, which was a relief. I looked around. There were some duds, for sure. A pale, round, pimply guy with stringy Farm girl sex stories looked like the worst of the lot.
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So I answered with a question.
Everybody seemed happy with that.