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Touring with Tom

The guy was really tall and thin, with really long, wild and thick hair the hung down to his shoulders. He looked about as old as me, maybe older, but wasn’t exactly dressed up for this event considering he was only wearing thin-cut jeans and a t-shirt with torn up converse shoes.

“Uh, Hello?” I said, hoping to find a little bit of entertainment from someone my age.

“Whuh?” He said. His voice was sorta low and relaxed, very chill.

“Is anyone even here for the open house?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.

“What open house?” He asked.

“There’s a sign on the door for an open house here.” I said.

“Oh, that.” He said. “In that case, I might as well show you around. What’s your name, bud?”

“Scot, what about yours?”

“My name’s Tom. Let’s walk around the first floor a little bit, i think you’ll like the place.”

“Sure.” I said.

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