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“One day, a stockbroker in the city decided he had had enough. There was too much stress, too much going to the big city, too much of everything. So he quit his job, gave up his apartment, and bought a cabin in the middle of the city. I decided to rent it.” For six months he lived in quiet solitude. One day he heard a knock on the door. ”
“When he opened the door, he saw this big man with a huge beard shuffling nervously from foot to foot. Then the big man said,
“I’m next door to you from a cabin about a mile down the road. Anyway, I’m having a party on Saturday and I was wondering if you could come.”
The man paused for a moment and then answered: It’s almost time to go out, so I’m happy to meet new people. I’d like to come. ‘
“Yes,” said the woodcutter, feeling a little relieved. “Then I’ll see you Saturday around eight o’clock.” And he turned his back on him and started to leave.
But he paused for a moment, then turned around and said, “I should warn you, there’s going to be some heavy drinking involved.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I myself used to drink quite a bit when I lived in the city, so I think a little strong alcohol is fine.”
“Well then,” said the giant. “Then it’s 8 o’clock.”
But when he tries to leave, he stops again and turns back. “Well, by the way, we’ll probably have a little fight before the night is over.”
“Oh, well, I see,” the man replied. “I mean, I get along well with most people, so I don’t see it as a problem. But if I have a hard time, I’m confident that I can take care of myself.” ”
“Well then,” said the giant. “Then let’s meet at 8 o’clock.”
But he stopped again, scratching his beard, and turned around. “So I should probably tell you too. There might be some pretty wild sex, too.”
That makes the man feel a little better. “Well, we’re all consenting adults. Besides, I’ve been alone all this time here, so I don’t think I’d have any problem being with my close companions if something like that happened.” Yo.”
“Well then,” said the man. “See you on Saturday.” With that, he turned and started walking.
“Oh, wait a minute, I just have one question,” the man said. ‘What should I wear? ‘
The woodcutter stopped, thought, and scratched his beard again. “I don’t think it really matters much. It’ll just be you and me.”