It’s been almost two months since Colby and I moved from San francisco to New York. So far we’ve downgraded to a dungeon that houses rats and a kitchen that’s perpetually submerged in grease. There are roaches the size of my thumb and silverfish the size of my hand. Our closet is made out of used plastic bags, our bed is covered in cum, our shower is broken, and the hallway reeks of dead rats.
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