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"Well, since you thought to bring along the LaBatts, I guess it's okay to let you in," I said as I stepped aside and allowed him to enter.
He walked all the way to the patio door before he turned around to speak to me.
"Yeah, I noticed that seemed to be your brand."
"That's the nice thing about the higher alcohol content of Canadian beer. Drunk Penetrations Twice the buzz for the same volume," I responded as I walked towards him.
He opened the sliding door to the patio and stepped through the portal. I wasn't sure just where this encounter was headed. The quiet, almost bashful young man that I thought I knew was changing before my eyes; Drunk Penetrations adopting a supremely self-assured and commanding presence. But since he did still have the beer in his hand and since we were on my home turf, so to speak, I wasn't really alarmed just puzzled, and so I followed him.
When we were both on the patio, he looked around and noted how sparsely it was furnished. A single lounge chair and side table were the only functional pieces of furniture. Drunk Penetrations Most of the space was taken up with huge pots full of flowers, herbs and other plants. It was one of the things I missed during a normal Midwestern autumn and winter and I was determined to have an abundance of color and scent around me now that I was in a warmer climate.
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