It was chaos.
My roommate was a mess. Obese. Broke. Dying from fast food. Only felt loved by the dog.
Our neighbor was a mess. Recently divorced. Underweight. Living without electricity. Only felt loved by her kids.
My roommate related with her and invited her over to our trailer. Along with her two children… and their raccoon.
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