Seth moved in six months ago. For my birthday, he gave me a box containing every lighter i'd bought since he moved in. Every time my back was turned, or i left the room, seth would pocket any lighter i'd left out.
Seth does not smoke.
For six months i've been shitting myself over the possibility of early senility, and launching fevered, paranoid accusations at
xerode, the other smoking housemate, every time i can't find a lighter.