He was basically stealing all of your stuff at your place. He had been doing it for months. He grabs a few of the same vinyls of your albums. Then he grabs perfume, cardigans you had, bracelets and one of your hats. "Tay, can you sign the vinyls and the hat?" It was as if he was ignoring the fact he knew you liked to be treated the same way any normal person is. He noticed you didn't look very happy. "Tay, what's wrong?"
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