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My roommates, I would argue, have learned more about me these last few weeks then those I've known for much longer have throughout years of relationshipism. When you live with someone you become completely exposed to their habits and peculiarities. Hiding much of anything becomes impossible. Consequently you tend to participate in conversations, that are in my experience, of a deeper level. I've found myself telling these girls things I wouldn't usually even tell myself. Maybe it's because we've developed a unique trust or maybe it's the fear of betrayal, i.e. if you tell my secrets, I'll neglect to do household chores.