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It's torture,
pure and simple.
And your apartment
mates know they can get away with mercilessly teasing you.
Laughing,
flirting around in skimpy outfits, sharing a single bedroom ...
... and the real suffering begins when they start mischeviously fawning all over one another, as if they were lesbian lovers ...
... which you'll never know for sure, because it's on a need to know basis.
You need to know, but they aren't telling you.
