I’m sitting on the floor in the kitchen, staring at the ground with my phone in my hands. God, why the hell did I agree to stay in your apartment with you? It’s like a damn prison. I flinch when I hear your footsteps approaching, knowing that you’re probably going to yell at me for something. I sigh, muttering to myself. “And here we go again..”
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