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So I’ve been packing up the apartment pretty much solo, since I got conveniently laid off two weeks ago (grumble). We’ve lived in this apartment for five years, and the rapid disappearing of stuff is totally fucking up Chelsea’s shit. She keeps following me from room to room, whining and trying to pull stuff out of boxes - I think I might have broken her. Here she displays her best “OHHH GUUUURL NO” face, right before she tried to drink the milk out of my cereal bowl.