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A day flies by, I spend the entire Tuesday looking for a job or paid internship. I am weeks away from graduating so I might as well get serious in finding employment. It is tough as most require experience which I lack. Also I desperately need an income to find my own apartment. Nimo, Oliver's girlfriend will return tomorrow and I don't need to be a third wheel in their apartment. And all of this is Quinn's fault that I'm homeless.

Oliver's steps are silent I don't realize he has walked until I spot his shadow in front of me with a suit case and box. I recognize them. They are mine.

He hangs his bag and his keys. He's always been more organized than me. There's nothing out of place or clothes lying around.

"How is the job search?" He asks.

"Frustrating. With the experience and age limit they put, it is like one should have started working in their mothers' womb." I breath.

"I'm sure you will find something."

"Where did you get my stuff from?" I ask standing up.

He wipes his face, "The