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Business Card From a Burmese Restaurant

I ate at a Burmese restaurant in Chinatown and had a decent meal nice and spicy just the way I like it I grabbed a couple business cards so I could remember where it was and just because I like business cards Now I am sitting in work using the card as a bookmaker and someone notices a phone number written on back So now everyone wants to know who Robin is but I have no idea I don’t remember meeting Robin or procuring (hopefully) her digits Maybe it was already on the card or maybe I was that drunk that I don’t remember although I don’t usually carry books when I get loaded It remains a mystery I’m almost tempted to just call the number to find out for sure It’s just that I wouldn’t for the life of me know what I should say or where I should begin 7-23-95

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