Suddenly convinced that my flatmates are furious with me, I hide in my room all evening making grumpy faces and feeling weird. I emerge and while lingering at the sitting room door watch my flatmate giggle at Eurotrash. Offhand I ask, “can I just check whether you’re angry at me or not”. At which point she stares at me like I’ve just fallen from the sky in a duck costume and slowly says, “No, but I am mildly perturbed by you…” I leave the room.
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