Look, I don't like you and you don't like me, but you're outside my apartment for the foreseeable future so we have to get along. I have my eye on you, bro. No falling-over-and-crushing-me-in-my-sleep funny business.
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Can you call it paranoia when your fear is justified?
Touche´
you better watch it, it's one of those red ones. I hear they're quite the slippery type.
Haha. You're awesome, as always, my love.
Make sure you give it a good withering stare every time you go outside. Scare it into staying put.
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