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Seriously, not fun at all. My roommate befriended a girl she met in art camp years ago. She happens to be homeless now and has a coke addiction, but wants to ditch the habit. She's been staying at our place and makes the madame and I quite uncomfortable solely because of we don't know what she's like. A night of returning home with everybody silent because her withdrawal symptoms caused her not to like sound. Last night was intense vomiting from the washroom and the all of our advil had been consumed.
Blah. I trust my roommate and this girl is nice, but really there's a limit to who comes into the apartment. I need to move.
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