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Ahhhhhh
reminds me of the time a friend came to a home party (late, as usual), and right at the door asked if she could bring in friends.
the two said friends were people me and already here friend group didn't like, so i said no, it'd be better for everyone, but like i said, she was literally at the door. (so they came in, smiling and all, clueless bastards.)
Don't be that friend.
(there's nothing like the feeling of PEOPLE YOU HATE knowing where you live, not that it'd change anything whether they do or not, it's just the thought that's disgusting)
(who knew mangago worked better than talking to a therapist)