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I forgot how much I hate being alone in this apartment. The walls are way too white, but I still insist on turning every single light to the brightest possible setting. I nervously mute the TV in hopes of hearing Nick's keys jingling in the door's lock. Granted I can walk around in my underwear without an awkward interruption, but there's just something I like about having another human around. Or a dog, Peterbilt just isn't cuttin' it. Maybe it's the winter. With all the summer sounds of the city, I never minded not having company. I think I just miss the roof.
(Aren't we too old for this bullshit? Correction, not we.)
(Aren't we too old for this bullshit? Correction, not we.)