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The Window Can Wait.

Auteur: Raven Writes
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-11 01:09:50

I stand at the bedroom window, phone pressed to my ear, staring at the cracked pane that’s been getting worse for weeks. The glass is spider webbed now, a cold draft cutting through every time the wind picks up. I leave the message for the landlord—Mark, mid-forties, maybe early fifties. He manages the place himself. No agency or caretaker. Just him.

He texts back almost immediately. “I’ll come by this afternoon. Around three.”

I glance at the clock. Their's still plenty of time.

Or so I think
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