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When I was in high school I lived with a bunch of dudes at a children's home. 4 guys per room. While we had separate beds, sometimes my friend and I would sleep in the same bed, me under my blanket and him under his, his feet to my head. It never bothered us, or really our roommates. We'd stay up talking about bullshit, then nod off.
Another time all 16 guys in the house laid 2 mattresses down on the floor and everyone stacked crisscross like lincoln logs, 4 per layer. I was on 3rd layer, and actually fell asleep until about 2AM. It was retarded but funny.
So sharing a bed is not a problem, really. I'm secure in my preferences.
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