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Last week there was some kind of a party at Sanders place. It was nice having to much to drink on the balcony with Urszula. And to steel chocolate from Sander' fridge. (Sorry Sander, really tasty chocolate by the way). After getting kicked out of Sander' room I headed for my bicycle. Realizing that I didn't have my bicycle key with me, there was nothing else to do than to follow Urszula to a pub.