Me to Austin: Our house being clean is a pipe dream.
Austin: You’re almost done. What we can do with the rest is box it up and put it in your room until you’ve got more time to go through it.
Me: NO!
Austin: What?
Me: Remember when you moved in? Your room used to be my junk room. I spent hours, days. Weeks, actually cleaning it out for you.
Austin: Yeah.
Me: And when I’d gotten to the point where I couldn’t figure out what to do with the rest, I boxed it up and stacked it in my room.
Austin: Oh, yeah.
Me: And now you’ve been here seven years and all that crap is still in my room.
Austin: Yeah...
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