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“Rebecca? Why is that? Jade, my roommate, is probably shocked by my call as we virtually solely email one other while we're apart. Do you know anything about the building? I ask. "What is it? What structure? I grimace and remark, "I take it you spent the night at Justin's," as I saunter back to my vehicle. Yes, it rained last night while we were gone. We came here since his place was nearby. What is happening? I inform her of the current condition of our apartment building, and she expresses similar concerns to mine about losing access to her belongings. However, I am aware that she also keeps a bag of necessities, including a few clothes, at her boyfriend's home because she occasionally commutes directly to work from his residence, as she must be doing today. When I'm done, Jade ex