so after the bulls game, leslie and i met up with some of her friends. we went all over the city...from the west side to viagra triangle to lincoln park to downtown. we had a good time, but people's fingers were awfully sticky that night. first, her friend michelle got her wallet taken from the women's restroom. then, later that night i hung my jacket on a chair. i soon realized i had left my wallet in my jacket and i went back to get it. someone had realized it was there before me and it was gone. i thought maybe it had just fallen out, but when i noticed that my free big mac was also gone, i knew it was the work of professionals...or was it?
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