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RE: My First House: A Den of Filth, Crime, and a Carnivorous Frog
At one point we had a “guy on the couch.” That is, a person none of us knew who showed up at a party and slept on our couch for two weeks until one day he vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared. We never did find out his name.
lol
Sounds like a great place for reckless youth, which I am pretty sure is the best kind.
It started out awesome, but by the end it was pretty awful. I wouldn't trade it for anything.