For six and a half months my small
apartment, which previously refused to hold even a pan, made room for him and
enough “sweet dreams”s and “miss you too”s to fill the entire building. I made
sure to keep my windows shut tight so not one of them could slip out. I held
them all inside and watched as they multiplied and squeezed into every sliver
of space available. Soon they found their way into the air vents and pipelines.
They began seeping from the show heads and leaky faucets of the other tenants.
22B complained about pillow talk being found between the floorboards and 49C
wanted the landlord to evict us after one too many pet names slided in through his mail slot.
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