My house smells like poor people. Or, rather like the good old days of Jem and I living together at Michigan Ave and deep frying chips. I've never actually smelt poor people, so I wouldn't know about that.
Poor people smell aside, I really am very fond of this house. I will miss it a lot when I leave. It's so spacious. And so much my home. It's the first proper home I've had since I left home.
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