Over the next few days, Sophie kept her head down.She even flashed a tight-lipped smile when we crossed paths.A perfunctory expression, tinged with barely contained resentment.I knew she was building up to something bigger.Because I noticed her TikTok account, "Renting Rookie Diaries," had started posting frequently again.This time, she wasn't just doing audio clips.She was using video to document the "deplorable conditions" of the place.The fridge door that wouldn't close, a tiny gap visible.A dripping faucet, tap-tap-tap.A patch of peeling paint on the wall, zoomed in tight for a close-up.The captions were more of the same:"Living in a place like this and still getting grief from the landlord. Renting is just too hard.""Eight hundred a month for this. The landlord's heart is rotten."The comments parroted the outrage, as always.In my last life, she'd deliberately wrenched the fridge door until it broke, then pinned it on me.This time, I'd already contacted the fridge ma
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