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Today they're coming to renew our lease and fix the running toilet (and maybe, if I'm lucky, the overhead fan whose pull string popped out) that's been running for like, six months. Naturally I am a big ol' ball of nerves and anxiety and it's not being helped by a game I'd like to call, "Cramps or just hungry?"


I don't like having people over, even if it's technically their house. I get all... nervous.