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Day 6
Our group went to the Arlington National cemetary today. It was rainy and gloomy, and we spent it among the dead, but it was close to one of our better days--finally, a day without our roommates...
We have lived with the girls for a week or so, and they have passed (or failed, rather) every test (trap) we've set for them. They walk calmly over our hair brushes, and never once have they touched my hot curling iron no matter how many careless places I leave it. Doubting their blindness is mean, we know, but look at all the evidence. I am now consumed with a need to know.
