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i like parties where people don't know each other well because everyone ends up pulling out their best stories, the ones you've perfected, the ones where you know when to pause for the inevitable laughter to follow.

last night i told the group about my run-in with our new york neighbor over my flagrant misuse of the laundry facilities.

paul talked about his evil grandmother, and about finding her remains in his mother's basement.

jen talked about her youth spent fighting with her mother and making up over sara lee pound cake, every time.

kaley told us about making a mild joke during a photography critique that turned her nice german classmate into a howling shrew.

chris talked about burying his mother's ashes in a cardboard box tied with christmas ribbon.

and emily described unleashing years of pent-up cell phone rage on an unsuspecting gentleman at the counter in a coffee shop.