So, I'm in my room, chatting and laughing with Brittian. We had gone to lunch, and then went back to my house because I promised to fix the buttons on his coat. So here we are, having a nice little time, and Alex "Complete Douchebag" Cross (my most abhorred and soon to be ex-roommate) comes and goes, "Um, yeah, I'm writing an essay so can I close
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