I left my jacket in your friend's car. We had a good date (I thought), but via you standing me up and your text a day after standing me up, "this just isn't going to work." - I just want my fucking jacket back. It's been two weeks. Stop being a turd and being weird about what happened. Just give me my jacket and I'll file this ordeal under "this is why I shouldn't date younger men."
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