As I may have mentioned several thousands times all up in here on these electric pages, I dread small talk and my greatest fear after snakes is having to chat with an Uber driver. So I really have no idea of what the hell happened, but tonight I sound myself chatting, and this is how it went:
[START OF CHAT]ME: “So when did you leave Jamaica?”HIM: “When I was 21.”[END OF CHAT]
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