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my friend erin used to have a minor obsession with the hare krsna. she made a documentary about them. and befriended several. her father had some sort of grudge against them. she was visiting the temple one night for dinner. told her dad she was with me. my parents were out of town, but my grampa was staying me and supposedly took us out to dinner. she missed the last bus that would take her out to my house. she called renge. a big guy that she'd met once with me and rory. he took her to wendy's and out to my place. by the time erin called me, my grampa was asleep. so she snuck in, and spent the night. the next day she called the landline from her cell phone. i told my grampa erin was going to come over to work on a project. half an hour later she went down our back steps and came to the front door. an hour later her dad came to pick her up. he and my grandfather began the usual pleasantries. as erin's dad was thanking my grandpa for taking us out to dinner, erin ran over to the flower boxes, pulled out some strange flint spark-making thing and cried "look dad! fire!" we all lived happily ever after. the end.