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Chapter 3

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June

The apartment smells like old paint and dust when I close the door behind me. The lock sticks, like it always does, and I have to lean my shoulder into it until it clicks. One room. Cracked walls. A ceiling stain shaped like a cloud that never goes away no matter how many times the landlord promises to fix it. The heater rattles even when it is off. The window lets in more cold than light.

It is home. Temporary. Mine.

I drop my bag on the chair that has one leg shorter than the rest and ki
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