Unformatted text preview: For weeks I was too nervous to tell her that the smell bothered me. Although every time she made her treat I would get annoyed and these feelings definitely bottled up inside of me. When she made the tuna fish I would leave the room or stop chatting with her. I tried to do things to make her wonder why I was angry. Finally one day I told my roommate that I hated the smell of her favorite food. At first she felt really guilty. Then she agreed to make sure to leave the door and window open when she ate it. She also said she would avoid eating it when I was around....
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- Fall '08
- one day, Tuna, tuna fish, Brooke Galietto