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VIDEO: Twenty Four Hours in Beijing Part I

I woke up on Friday in an incredible amount of pain. My ankle, which I injured the night before during a particularly vigorous game of trampoline-dodgeball, had swollen the point that it looked like a bruised potato with toes dangling off.

Even the slight pressure of my blankets sent rushes of pain through my foot. I tried to get out of bed, failed amid a cloud of expletives, and got back in bed where I tried to fight off the pain by gritting my teeth and growling.

This was the day I was supposed to go to Tokyo by way of Beijing, where I had a twenty-four hour layover. As much as I had been looking forward to this trip, it occurred to me that I might not be physically capable of making it to the airport.

She was 10 years older, but the chicken was incredible

On Linus Rylander

I was on a date with a 29-year-old girl.

I turn 20 in April.

I approached her at the skytrain station. She was with some friends, taking pictures in front of this exhibit type of thing. Didn't know her age, I just thought she was cute. If you like referring to any sort of scale for measuring female hotness, she was definitely at the upper end of it.

So I walked up and said something along the lines of "Hi. I just saw you as I was walking by here. You're really cute, what's your name?"

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