My university roommate smells like a wet dog. I, on the other hand, rush to my classes under an umbrella and stay up all night studying, while she snores.

Our suitemate often shows up with dishes of food. We don’t know where she got them. I don’t eat, of course, but my roommate appreciates the food.

The last full moon, my roommate went on a bender and trashed the room. We fixed things together, and then I gave her a pep talk.

Someone called me a “goth freak” and my roommate threatened to fight them.

I think I like her.

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