So..... Here we are.

I walk in the house expecting his shit to be gone, but it’s not.

Then he walks in.

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Me: you’re supposed to be gone.

Greg: oh well like, I’m moving out, but I’m keeping stuff here in case it doesn’t work out.

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Me: that’s not what moving out means. You said you were moving out.

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Greg: well everyone else said they were cool with it.

Me: ok Greg