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Ladies and gentlemen, Bridget has left the building.
I got home this evening, stopping in to grab my camera before heading off to look at houses, and was about to leave my purse in my car - then thought, "No, if Bridget's hovering I don't trust that." So I grabbed my purse and glanced over at Bridget's apartment porch doors.
The porch was empty. No lawn chair, no tacky flag, nothing.
Upon closer inspection, I peered through the glass doors and found the apartment free of furniture.
I checked the mailboxes in the building. Her nameplate was gone off of her mailbox.
I don't know why, I don't know how, but the Psycho Leech is no longer in my apartment building.
Numfar, do the dance of joy!
The porch was empty. No lawn chair, no tacky flag, nothing.
Upon closer inspection, I peered through the glass doors and found the apartment free of furniture.
I checked the mailboxes in the building. Her nameplate was gone off of her mailbox.
I don't know why, I don't know how, but the Psycho Leech is no longer in my apartment building.
Numfar, do the dance of joy!
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Here's to nice people, and friendly home environments! ... so long broken Bridge-t. :)
Squeeee!
*dances*
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*glee*