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Now, our first story comes from discombobulated hour 81, who says my female 27 flatmate,

Female 27, has told my boyfriend, male 31.

She's in love with him.

I female 27 moved into my flat in October of last year to take the place of a mutual friend of mine and my new flatmate female 27.

We have a generally great atmosphere in the flat and both have similar expectations and

habits and while we're not friends yet, as in we wouldn't go out

for brunch or be each other's plus ones for parties, we are very friendly.

She seems super normal and level.

When the lockdown began, March, my boyfriend, male 31 of two years, was living with his sister

and his mother, undergoing chemo, who lived alone, needed

somewhere to stay where she would be looked after. So she moved into his room and he came

to stay with us. My flatmate was totally fine and we had a proper chat about ground rules,

etc. But ultimately the flat is huge for two people and she has a kind of granny flat

set up in hers. Either way, she gave definite approval. Now, we three got on great, but we

never really spent a ton of time together. We all work from home and spend the occasional

evening playing games or whatever, but ultimately, we didn't mingle much more than before.

My boyfriend, however, cooks every night for the both of us as a thank you, and so we now do eat

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