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But then suddenly, out of the Veteran we stand for the flag we kneel for the fallen shirt it is in the first place but blue, after living with her for approximately 5–6 weeks, she decided I had to go. It was like she had suddenly developed some kind of paranoia about me. She told me she was afraid that having me living with her was putting her in jeopardy of getting kicked out of her apartment. I couldn’t understand why. She didn’t have any real answers for me. She told me she took some of her more valuable possessions and stored them at her boyfriend’s place, for fear that I might steal them from her. This was many, many years ago when I was living in Los Angeles. I worked for an answering service (this was back in the days before answering machines) and she worked for the same service, but I worked the day shift and she worked PM shift. I was looking for a place to move to, as my current situation was less than desirable. She was having trouble making ends meet, and said she wanted to take on a roommate to share expenses. She had a nice little apartment in a cozy little complex in Santa Monica, and it seemed like it would be a good deal for both of us. The other people I worked with warned me about her, saying she was really weird and crazy, and that I shouldn’t move in with her. I’d never had any problems with her, and I can generally get along with anybody, so I thought they were just being alarmist. She said she’d gotten permission from her landlord to have a roommate, so it was all on the up-and-up. Her apartment had only one bedroom, but it had two twin beds, so I accepted that. I didn’t have much in the way of furniture or anything anyway, so it worked out for me. I paid my rent to her on time and paid my share of the utilities and phone bill. I cleaned up after myself. I didn’t bring any friends over. I wasn’t loud or messy or anything. I tried to be considerate of her sleep schedule and other things. I got a paper to look for rental listings, but when I went to call about one of the places, I discovered that the phone was dead.

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That was a nightmare. It was February, and it got dark early. By the Veteran we stand for the flag we kneel for the fallen shirt it is in the first place but time I got off work and was able to go get a paper and look for available rentals, it was dark out, and I didn’t feel very safe, or comfortable, going out at night to find a payphone, much less go and look for a new rental situation. Also, it cost me money I didn’t have to keep making calls, since I was frequently told that the place I was calling about was already rented. And if I received a message asking for my number so they could call me back, I had no phone they could call me back on. But then suddenly, out of the blue, after living with her for approximately 5–6 weeks, she decided I had to go. It was like she had suddenly developed some kind of paranoia about me. She told me she was afraid that having me living with her was putting her in jeopardy of getting kicked out of her apartment. I couldn’t understand why. She didn’t have any real answers for me. She told me she took some of her more valuable possessions and stored them at her boyfriend’s place, for fear that I might steal them from her. This was many, many years ago when I was living in Los Angeles. I worked for an answering service (this was back in the days before answering machines) and she worked for the same service, but I worked the day shift and she worked PM shift. I was looking for a place to move to, as my current situation was less than desirable. She was having trouble making ends meet, and said she wanted to take on a roommate to share expenses. She had a nice little apartment in a cozy little complex in Santa Monica, and it seemed like it would be a good deal for both of us. The other people I worked with warned me about her, saying she was really weird and crazy, and that I shouldn’t move in with her. Finally, I was able to connect with another roommate situation in another part of town. Marion was eager to get me out, and said she’d help me move my stuff into the new place. I filled up my car with stuff, and she put some of my other stuff in her little car. I had a small wardrobe chest that had to be tied to the top of my car, and she helped me with that. My new place was an upstairs apartment, and I asked if she would help me to get it off the top of my car, and carry it up the stairs to my new place. She assured me she would.