It seems like my ever dwindling random conversations with Sabrina/roomate all are starting to look like scenes out of this hilariously akward sitcom OF FAIL or something.
WITNESS:
Scenario 1:Me: "Oh, hey Sabrina, back again after two weeks huh? Just fyi I threw out that giant jar of rhubarb compote you had in the fridge, it was growing fungus (
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