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I knew that calling Phillip was a mistake, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to put a halt to this impulse. We were never going to date again, but tonight, I was going to go over to his apartment regardless. It was better than having to interact with my roommates. And it was necessary to stay sane.

I tried to sleep at my own apartment as infrequently as possible. Friends’ couches, ex boyfriend’s beds, my parent’s house, anywhere besides there. I just couldn’t stand it. It reminded of the location where my entire world fell apart. Well, where it fell apart for the first time.

* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.