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Somewhere near a set of couches a convenient door slammed open, and screaming could be heard from the other side. A pot got tossed through the door as a dark form ducked through the door. "FINE! I'M LEAVING!" the girl screamed, standing and turning back to the door. "AND SEE IF I COME BACK!" Angrily slammed the door shut as another pot hit the door and splattered half-cooled spaghetti-o's on the ground.
Fingers through the hair, she turned and looked about. "Well, this isn't Tuner Street..." she said aloud. Then she saw the Sign. With a thought, she asked, "How do you keep over-bearing roommates from annoying you to the point of killing them?"
Fingers through the hair, she turned and looked about. "Well, this isn't Tuner Street..." she said aloud. Then she saw the Sign. With a thought, she asked, "How do you keep over-bearing roommates from annoying you to the point of killing them?"