Sweden

When Rasmus met Robin, he was hardly a man, hardly even a person. Since age 2, no ocean or girlfriend could put even a loose tire in their friendship. When Rasmus called to tell him that we had booked flights and were leaving the states for Stockholm in T-52 days, Robin’s only reply was, “You fucking idiot!!” Rasmus had forgotten that Robin would be gone, on vacation, in America.  

So instead of hanging out with Robin, we hung out with his apartment near Mariatorget until he returned a few days before our departure. Here he is, being a regular, handsome, bachelor Swede in his awesome bachelor pad, wearing an apron and cooking an awesome dinner. No biggie.

Call 555-Handsome-Robin

 / Janelle

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