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Where is Scott going to stay if Bob stays with me? He has his own house. He will be fine. It's a fantasy, but in a perfect world, Bob would move in, and Scott would never see the inside of my house again. I'd still keep Scott. But only to let him know how insignificant he is to me because of Bob. I think Scott would accept his new role and be happy. I can't say for sure, though. I want to find out. It's making me touch myself thinking about it.