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Created by: [Tyler]


Hi, I'm [Tyler], and this is all about trying to get along with my roommate!

Edit: It isn't going well. This is the only place that keeps everything up to date in real-time. My phone may be compromised, so this is the best way to keep track of everything. In case he comes back.

08-17 blogpost


Sam finishes a glass of water in the living room, sitting near my pillow. He waves his hands at the glass a few times, expecting something like a weirdo.

The bag of crackers sits on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet. A snack, I guess. I can never reach that high. My clumsy arms and clumsy fingers stretch upwards and don't reach. I'm all mixed together. I hop with my clumsy knees and knock the bag down, into my hands. I listen to myself, and then I know that Sam is also in the room.

No no no I'm quite all right, Sam.

I grab the top seam and pull. It doesn't open. I need scissors.

I can do this, Sam.

I hold the bag with both hands and yank in opposite directions. It doesn't open.

No, Sam. I don't need help. Don't worry.

I go to put the bag back.

Sam is behind me. He's tall and—

He snatches the bag, chews on the seam.

I ask him if he needs scissors.


He closes his teeth and flings his head backward. Open. He takes a cracker before giving the bag back to me.

I don't say thanks. I just clean up the mess as the crackers spill onto the floor. When I look back up, Sam throws soggy cracker crumbs into his mouth. I don't ask.

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