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Ok I tend to have a vivid imagination. Sometimes I tend to daydream. But sometimes real life can be just as strange as some of the things I can think up.So today I went to take a bath. Unfortunately, my tub wouldn't drain. Now I can't live without a bathtub, so I was on the phone immediately after discovering the problem searching for a plumber. Luckily, I found one who could come right away.Anyways about an hour later there is a knock at the door. Upon opening it, there was a man standing there, black leather jacket and boots. He towered over me by about a foot. His hair was messy and dark as night, his eyes just as dark. A day old scruffy beard completed the look. My first thought was someone had hired an assassin. My second was I was letting my imagination run wild.Then he spoke.Yes, he was the plumber, he said so. But he spoke in a thick Russian accent.He did continue on to fix my bathtub. I spent that time keeping him in my sight. I've had to call plumbers before, but none of them have ever even remotely resembled an international spy.I'm sure he really was just a plumber, like I said, my imagination can get pretty crazy. But...I have to wonder...What if...
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