I was glad when Lars, the merchant marine moved out, because the fighting in their bedroom was keeping me up at night. But I missed his warmth and humor, and that our refrigerator was constantly stocked with Pabst. But as the Harley Krishna explained it to me, he had to go. They had reached irreconsilable [...]
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