When I left my apartment in Austin, I left behind a pull-up bar that was mounted into the door-frame. Months later I remembered and wrote an apology note, but what goes around comes around and karma got me.
A roommate just moved out, and left piles of trash and dirty dishes behind him. Poor Tammam moved into his room and had to clean it all up. A full bag of trash was taken out after that, and that was just from the bedroom. Yikes. I mean seriously, he couldn't get his trash from the counter to the trash can, which resides probably four feet away.
So I'm sorry again, Abinadi, Andrew, and Gavin. Please forgive me.
In related news, does anyone in Alexandria want a chess set or a tea set before we junk them?
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Tom, I frankly forgive you.
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