Updated: Jan 23, 2020
Sleep drifted away as Natasha woke up hearing a dog bark somewhere around the block and checked the wall clock — it was quarter to 3 at night. Three strides down the gray corridor filled with scattered drops of moonlight coming through the blind slats she felt cold as she opened the fridge, looked over her shoulder and froze — her roommate who hung herself a year ago in that apartment was staring at her from the mirror across the fridge. ~ Noel Lorenz
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