Flatmates

Flatmates

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"Elena!" They wailed and I groaned and shook my head and screamed back at them "What?!" "Stop staying inside your room, will you?" Jenn exclaimed, "Yeah, you've been there for about a week! Besides, no one can cook other than you." Nora tried. “Let’s shut the wifi off, then maybe she’ll come out.” Stephanie said out loud. “DON’T YOU DARE!” I exclaimed as I ran out of my room. 'flatmate' a person who shares a flat with other people. That is the dictionary meaning of a flatmate, but I would simply define it with other choice of words. From my point of view; 'FLATMATE' human beings who are a pain in the ass but you adore them so much and you live together. Yes, I'm living with three other girls with completely opposite personalities and they could be a pain in my everyday life, but what can I do? They are my flatmates.
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