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Inside this house for the past few months has been some of the best times of my life. I can't look back on it and remember anything bad (or really a whole lot at all), but I do know good people came and went through the door and my roomie was the best I could have ever asked for.
So Bodo is gone and done with. I guess it's neat because I'm getting a lot of stuff for free.
But yeah, the good times are killing me.
I guess I'm moving onto Jones Street. It's good.
Things could be worse.