For a family reunion, we decided to fly down to Orlando and visit Disney World. But on my plane ride I couldn't have any peace and quite. The passanger in front of me kept turning around and staring at me. And half way through the plane ride he handed me a peace of paper. And written on that paper was none other than his phone number. Yes. His name and number. But seriously, I don't even know who the hell this guy was. Hey, if anybody wants a guy to talk to, call Quan. His number is: . I have no clue who this person is, so one of you can find out for fun. Enjoy! :P
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