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Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Sounds like Laszlo to me.
My roommates reactions when I say I think the house is haunted
Charles De Mar energy.
“I’ve been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I’m no dummy.”
1750s kids don’t scare easily
That explains why the decor is so 70s.
1870s.