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April 9, 2008
Iím moving, I say. Next town over.

So, like, 50 miles away? He says.

Snort. No, surprisingly, 10 down the road.

Cheaper? He asks.

You bet. Smaller, but quainter. Character.

Roommate?

Hells no. I donít play those games anymore.

Besides, he says, you need to feel truly at home. You need to be able to walk around your home naked, eating out of a Campbellís soup can and not feel judged.

Yeah, what I do with my Saturday nights are my business.

Throw in a Sci-Fi Channel marathon and Iíll join you, he says. Cream of Celery OK with you?