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Why is it so hard to not be mad over the mornings happenings?? Last night I walked into my apartment, and my roommate and her boy toy were cuddled up on the futon. Not that big of a deal, considering that I told her that it is was ok to crash on the futon because her parents moved all of her furniture all ready. It was just seriously depressing
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