On bad days I tell him that too.

But I wont lie it gets tiring. The weird stares when I hold him up to my ear, the hydration kit and having to ritually droplet sea-water when I hear a raspy “Hey dude Im getting dry down here.”

I guess I should’ve known before before taking my roommate’s word for a guy he knew after I lost my Casio.

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