Tonight Jim gave me a little smooch and left my house, making his way downtown for work.
A few minutes later, I got a call from him. He was on his way back to my house due to the fact that he had mysteriously caught on fire! He no longer smokes and had no lighter in his pocket, yet his middle jacket (he had three: a hoodie, his DBT Staff jacket, and a leather coat) had ignited. I surmised that a pack of matches was still in his pocket and had somehow ignited--but no charred remains exist!
Quite the mystery. Maybe I just have one hot man.
yeow!
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