I started living with ttis couple that kept track of things in a weird way. instead of writing down the places they’d been, they assigned the places a nueber and just referred to it as that forever. like the apartment we were staying in was 102 or something. i think they also had a system of reusing old numbers that had’nt been used in a while, but there were still some that were permanent. i started picing up on the system, since i liked it a lot. later, i neded up moving in with jori, who sent me on an errand to drop off some clothes she borrowed a long time ago from a neighbor. thy nkewer fith some old made-up name she used to use, and the guy came home as i was leaving stuf by the door. he called his dog out who was super misbehaved and was rubbing and telling it good girl as she went nuts.