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Sep 11, 2015
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I went on a Hinge date last night with a guy who was a few years older at Michigan. We’re gonna call him Party Gent, because he made it very clear he likes to rage and abuse substances but was sweet and walked me all the way home (he even stayed street-side of me which was cute and always appreciated in case a car decides to run off the road at us, kill…

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