CARLENEI was staring at the reflection of myself in the mirror. A woman in the early twenties, wearing a simple black dress with a pair of heels in the same color, was there. She let her shoulder-length bob hairstyles without planning to tie them or put some accessories on. She just liked the view. That woman was me. Of course. Who would have been here—in my studio apartment—except me, the owner of this place? Ah, my best friend, Sarah, could be here—she liked a sleepover, although her apartment was more extensive than mine. I had ever asked the reason. And she replied, "Because you stick to your home." She was true. I loved my apartment so much. Yeah, I knew. It was a small place, and sometimes I felt crowded here. Maybe, because there was no ample space to move around. As I said, it was a studio type. What should I expect? I could only afford this kind of place. Living in Oxford was not a joke. I was checking myself for the last time. I looked a little bit monotonous. Perhaps, a
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