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I turned up around my brother's house the following day, he's familier with Barbelith from my descriptions (so basically thinks it's where comic book geeks and magicians come to shout at each other).
He opens the door to me in my swanky t-shirt, takes one look, sighs, and closes the door again.
I love my big red Barbeloid detector though. Just look for the person depserately trying not to make eye contact and "Bingo!" a new friend! (Or, alternatively, a restraining order. S'all good). |
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