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[jumperfucker]

I now have a cons_detective living with me. I’d never been over to his flat before, and I think I realise why now. There wasn’t any room for a second person. I don’t think there was any room for him. It’s no wonder he was always coming over here.

Not that I mind. But it’s been like a full-size game of Tetris, trying to get all of his stuff to fit around mine and still leave room to move. I’m going to talk to the landlord in the morning about seeing if we can use the shed for some of the stuff that won’t get moisture damaged. Which is, thankfully, most of S’s stuff, I think.

And then it wasn’t made any easier with him checking his email on his phone every five minutes. *eye roll*


ETA: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

That's more of your area of profession, lacking that ability.

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[consulting_detective]

It seems to be mutual, from where I'm standing.

Or perhaps I learned it from someone. I wonder who.

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

Maybe from your mummy?

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[consulting_detective]

Or maybe from an older sibling, perhaps?

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

Oh, you have a brother as well?

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[consulting_detective]

Yes, I think you've met him actually.

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should take example from jumperfucker and write a journal depicting his gorgeousness, too.

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[consulting_detective]

Couldn't hurt. Maybe you ought to try it.