It's only day two and my third roommate is really beginning to get on my nerves. She's nosey and sneaky and frankly a little creepy. I get the distinct feeling that she's plotting to kill me Stewie-style. She stares at me while I eat. She lurks in the hall outside my bedroom waiting to sneak into my closet and rub her face on all of my clothes. Whitney says it's because she likes me. This is the same type of lie that parents tell their children when they are being made fun of at school.
However, this time, I'm much bigger than her.
Oh, and she has three legs.
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