So this is what it felt like to have a friend fuck you over. My shoulders slumped as the weight of two months’ worth of back rent, food and utilities came crushing down upon me. Nothing but darkness and dust bunnies in there. Across from me, my roommate’s door stood wide open. “What the hell?” A stupid question, what had happened here was obvious. My thrift-store retro table and chairs remained, same with my overflowing bookcase. The now empty corner since both the TV and its cabinet were gone. A stick of deodorant rolled into the corner. My purse hit the floor and everything came tumbling out, tampons, loose coins, pens and makeup. When they cleared all I saw were spaces … spaces where, just this morning, things had been. After the dimly lit hallway, the sudden glare was dazzling. With one hand I flicked on the light, dumping my purse onto the couch with the other. I knew it the moment I walked in the door.
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