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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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[lass-sirene.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course, what was I thinking?

My mistake! :D

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[consulting_detective]

Oh, of course you expect me to fall for your blatant sarcasm.

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[lass-sirene.livejournal.com]

I just assumed you wouldn't want to air your dirty laundry, here.

Anyway, maybe My_croft knows what I'm talking about.

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[consulting_detective]

Oh, don't bring that waste of space into this.

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

There's no point in making him see what he's closed his eyes to, childish as he tends to be.

Maybe jumperfucker will be interested, though.

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[lass-sirene.livejournal.com]

Do you think he'd tell Jumperfucker?

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

No. I think if we keep this up, it will appear typed out in here, sooner or later.

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[lass-sirene.livejournal.com]

You make a lovely point. I'm sure this will come up again later, anyway.
Ta!

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[my-croft.livejournal.com]

Of course.
I'm glad he can't manage to insult you, dear.