At stake is a third of the fridge, and He and I's sanity. We need that, finals are in two weeks. Hard to lose what you haven't got. So that's what's at stake. Maybe somewhere lost in the shuffle was a friendship or two, but those are gone now.
War does that.
I'll never pretend we were really cool around here. Time went by as it often does, and eventually, He and I figured out that something's not quite right. Oh sure, you could tell there was something wrong, but not something . Things were nuts like that. Regardless, it's pretty fucked up.