I used to live with the worst flatmate ever, Max. For about a year after he moved out, I used to have nightmares of him, and I hated thinking about him. But now I’m better. This is a situation that almost got real: to make cockroaches come inside our flat, I used to put tiny pieces of bread and food under his bed. I know that cockroach phobia is real, but he really was the worst person to have come into my life, and sometimes, the end justifies the means.
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