I have five to six roommates at any given time. I could have up to seven. Freddy is only one. The wheelchair guy another (WC). Freddy talks about taking the bus up to the library all of the time. As I sat down at the library, I thought it funny that I never saw Freddy there. "But then," I thought to myself, "I never really look around for him."
Just as I tossed glance over my shoulder I saw him coming towards me. He asked me to watch his stuff for a minute. Sure enough, by the wall directly behind me was a simple chair that had his bag, his cracked tablet (charging), his phone (also charging), and a pile of tobacco on the floor.
I have to explain the tobacco thing. Man, I do not know if I can explain the tobacco thing. In summary, Larry had decided to roll cigarettes inside of the library and left a pile of loose tobacco on the floor of it. All without a single fuck given.
After a few minutes of that, he came back, thanked me, and I went on my way.
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