May 6th, 2020
“I need your nose.”
That’s the text I get from Patrick while driving home on Sunday afternoon.
Uggggggh. I roll my eyes and half gag, simultaneously. I know what he’s referring to.
Yesterday, which was Saturday, March 23rd — literally my declared move-out day — I noticed a smell coming from the master bathroom. The door to the master bathroom has been closed for weeks, so if ...Read More Source