I sense a pattern with the Danes. Yesterday, I met them straight after school for a short movie screening at a theater downtown. We brought redwine and made the other movie-goers hate us as we laughed a little too loud and poured drinks into plastic cups when the sound was low on screen. So we left the screening early and moved to a more suiting environment; a bar. Here, we discussed big topics over drinks before the night ended at St. Viateur with a night bagel. Uhm.
Olly likes the hair on Thomas' chest...
So right.
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