Where did everybody go? Nobody's home... Everybody went out. I don't know where. No one invited me. No one ever invites me. I don't really mind, though, but sometimes it makes me a little sad that no one even tries. My roommates are out. Everyone is out. My neighbours (except for Richard the recluse) are out. Everyone's gone. I should be writing my English paper so I can go thrift store shopping tomorrow. But I don't want to. It's too warm. I can't sleep because it's too warm. I toss and I turn, because it's too warm. Back at home we always turned the heat off at night, so it would get chilly by the time I went to bed, and I'd crawl between the massive layers of blankets of wool and fleece and the comfortor on the top. Here I only have the comfortor, pushed down half way. And I'm still to hot. Stupid heat. . Rosie.
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