I stay in house with a friend of mine. It’s his house,but he insists I consider and call him my flatmate. Him being a pink pet, and I brighter bull, people assume that we’re dating but I am keeping it descreet because he’s old enough to father both my younger siblings.
Funny how I use to think and say the same about some of the people I knew from way back when I was still at varsity. Now that the tables have turned, I find it very laughable. However, when one of the people I am friends with cornered me, this one time when I went to visit him, and insinuated that I have some sexual relations with my flatmate, I somehow felt angry.
Karma is a bitch, really.
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