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Ryan checked the mail,he hoped that maybe his Amazon order came or someone sent him a letter.
He did get someone's tax refunds , one that belonged to "Brendon Urie"
Who the hell was Brendon Urie?
Later that night , Ryan searched Brendon's name.
He clicked on Whitepages and looked through the addresses where he lived .
"Former : 168 Park Street , Los Angeles"
That was where Ryan lived.
He clicked on "Current" and it said
"472 Perand Avenue , Los Angeles"
Ryan gathered the envelopes and packages and put them in a tote bag he got from a local grocery store.
Tomorrow,he would drop off the mail.
The next morning, still in his sweatpants , he drove to the address .
He knocked on the door,a man with a big forehead opened it , his dog bounding after him.
"Hello is this Brendon Urie?"
"Yes " replied the man
"Well you see your mail has been delivered to my house ever since I moved there"
"Thanks,I wondered what happened to it"
"Well I guess I'm gonna go now"
"Do you want some coffee"
"Well I guess " Ryan agreed
Brendon's home was light and spacious.
He walked into the kitchen with Ryan.
Ryan thought the kitchen was frankly a bit of a mess.
Ryan started clearing up the kitchen,the mess was annoying him.
"You don't have to do that,you know" Brendon said
"I want to "
"Suit yourself"
After coffee , Ryan got up.
"Well I'm sure you're busy , so I'm going to leave"
"I don't have any plans today" Brendon said
"Want to go for lunch " asked Ryan
"Sushi?" inquired Brendon
"But of course" answered Ryan,with a smile