Before you think that I think I bring you on a oh-exciting-I-don’t-know-where-this-story-goes journey. Let me tell you that I know don’t’.
Yesterday I returned home. Played some (loud) music, watched TV (quite loud), ate some ice cream (barely noise) and chib-chabbed on the phone a lot (could be loud, been told I’m a “loud speaker”).
"Good my brother (roommate) ain’t home", I thought as I proceeded making random noises.
Then this morning when I came back from my run, there he was. He had been home all along. Nicely sitting in his room, not killing me for being a noisy brat.
Gotta love him.
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