7.45 a.m.
I opened the door of my room getting out for work, to the sight of my over-the-retiring-age and restless looking flatmate, L, sitting cross-legged on the couch reading newspapers, in his oversized t-shirt that covered his lower body and (I really really hope) his undies.
Oh my eyes!
Not so early in the morning. Not ever!
Oh my eyes!
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