The silence of Gregory James

Any chance of not interacting with Gregory James has gone out of the window. I was woken up by him screaming my name outside of my door for a good 5 minutes. I hid under the covers until he stopped. I could hear him drag his legs down the hallway and his door slam. I fashioned a make-shift alarm by balancing my car keys on the door handle so I would hear them fall if he tried to enter.

Our Gregory may be fairly nocturnal. I’m thinking of getting my own saw.

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