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In 1996, I met a very nice looking woman and we started dating. The first time I went to her apartment, she had boxes stacked floor
to ceiling in her spare bedroom and stacks of boxes in the living room. I Asked her if she was just moving in and she said, " No, I have lived here for 17 years". When she went into another room, I took a quick peek in one of the boxes and saw about 30 empty Aunt Jamima syrup bottles inside. Another box was full of empty paper towel rolls. She was normal except for that. I never found the box with ex- boyfriend body parts so I dated her for almost a year. Did I mention that she was pretty hot?
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