While I was in England, he was thinking of me all the time:
He told me once: “every morning, when I get up, I hate you”
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There was that guy living in my house. Dave. He was the first guy I got chatty with and we got along well. One night the whole house went out, in a strange bar, with loads of gothic decorations on the walls. Students from the campus were hanging there. I found the place awful.
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My house was really dirty, and my flatmates even more.
On the first floor lived a gay couple. On their door you could read “beautiful people”.
By opposition, I assumed that we were the ugly and dirty people.
