The lost packs
*Amber*
I wake up late the next day, the apartment silent and empty. Taking my time in the shower feels like a luxury, but once I step out, a sense of aimlessness washes over me. I wander into Kattie's wardrobe, where the clothes cling tightly to the hangers, much like they do to her body. She has a penchant for form-fitting attire that leaves little room for comfort. After rifling through the array of fabrics, I finally settle on a pair of pants that feel manageable. I don’t mind slipping into one of her snug tops, though… it hugs my frame in a way that feels oddly empowering.
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