Yeah, she had a zen-like stoicism; she'd sit for hours staring at the wall, but was lovable in her gruff way. The apartment was even worse before I moved in; I remember visiting once when we were in school, and there was a big cardboard and saran-wrap sluice going from the sink into the bathtub. As for the refrigerator, I don't recall ever actually looking in it, but anyway, I want to assure my new landlords that I have reformed (although that's what you might say about the fridge contents: first they were in one form, then they reformed into something else...)
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- alex 4-09-2005 1:29 am