Correct.

Ever since I moved into your parents’ house, everything is shit. I don’t sleep right, I’m uncomfortable — it’s just knowing that people are there. That somebody’s always there. Like that there’s no…there’s no reprieve.

Man, mid-thirties, Jameson ginger with French fries in the company of a woman.

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