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When Sarah and I met only occasionally, I first saw that there were more sides than I would have thought. I had expected that living with her I would get to know her. Rather than just know there were many sides, I could actually know the sides. I remember when Mitch and I first picked her up at the airport and instantly noticed how timid she was. It was quite unexpected, she seemed practically unwilling to speak unless it was of the utmost importance. I felt awful that the house was so cold for months, and she never complained. She didn’t even ask for an extra blanket or a heater or anything. When I eventually gave her a blanket, she had it practically every moment, and I just kept feeling worse. She was southern, she was probably used to the warmth. Being here must have been just awful for her, probably didn’t help that her housemate was acting like a jerk. I was certain that she was miserable, every time I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the kitchen, she’d be awake. But she never said anything, not about moving home or not being happy. It wasn’t like I wanted her to act like a spoiled brat