There was a Finnish guy (or was he Norwegian?) called something like Atti, but I can't remember, however hard I try, what his name was exactly. He was her friend (she who must not be named). They had a Scando-Icelandic camaraderie. He was around a lot of the time. He had a manic constant smile, long hair, a thin nose. His English wasn't very good. He had a brother who was younger. Apparently this brother had taken too much acid and had mental problems now. This guy, Antti (yes! that's it) fancied my girlfriend. Sometimes I wonder if she refused all his advances.
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