I'm out at my 'rents doing some laundry. My apartment . . . excuse me "OUR" apartment is crammed full of homeboy's shit. And we haven't even got it all moved yet. We still have to get his bookshelf with all his books on it, a box of other books, his filing cabinet, his telescope, and his little vaccuum thing. But what is Krysta happy about? I
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