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Other flamate stories continued...
Paul was a nice buddhist guy who never offended anyone. Underneath it all he had some physco problems that he was keeping locked in the dungeon via medication and an outwardly peaceful demeanour. He seemed the perfect flatmate to me. One of the girls in this share house arrangement started to find him 'creepy' and 'weird', and began to treat him badly. Then one day i come home to a freaking warzone!!! Paul has lost his chi bigtime, and is screaming at this girl and abusing the hell out of her. He is only wearing a pair of undies, and for some still unexplained reason has a halfchewed leg of lamb in his hand. This chick is throwing shit at him, and sobbing hysterically. Man it was horrible. I decided to calm him and her down by locking him in the garrage, but this just got him more pissed. An hour later though when i let him out he was back to his old self. He was smiling and spookily calm. He moved out within the day, and nobody has seen him since.
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'And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass'
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