returning to my apartment was a haunting experience. it had been two and a half days, but it felt like a year. the whole setup seemed alien now that i was looking at it. never before had i considered how bad it looked, but coming back, it was awful. the midday sun was peeking through, exposing every piece of garbage and smudge of dirt on the floor. i hated my place now. i bet rich boy over here was disappointed, too. at least he didn’t say anything.

    i walked over to the bathroom, really confused by the smell. it hadn’t been long, i had no idea how it could smell bad in here, it never smelled like this. i opened up the door to the bathroom and my heart fell to my stomach. i immediately felt a wave of nausea wash over me, sinking me into a new low.

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