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My roommate is not human.
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Categories: words and feelings
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When I was lined up for a dormitory, I was left behind because of my student number and was put in a six-bedroom dormitory by myself. There were only a few dorm rooms on the top floor, and I slept through horror movies every day. After someone moved in with me, it was much better. But I did touch my roommate's blanket once by accident. His arms were cool and smooth, like some kind of mollusk. Even though he's been hanging around like a normal person since then, deep down I'm still scared of him. I moved in next door to get away from my roommate, and the guy next door got skinned. Now my roommate's gone and there's a wormhole in my bed. What am I gonna do? Wait for me. ~★#http://_1{color.