I left two tiny specs of sweet potato on a plate I used during lunch. Here's the note that awaited me in my kitchen:
Congrats writer of the note, you have gained entry into my journal, underneath my Miike Snow ticket and a funny text from Patrick.
This is all kind of funny because I was known as being one one of the clean roommates last year. Now I'm the slob. Tears.
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