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CHAPTER 22-The Last Night Across The Hall

Author: Jacksontale
last update publish date: 2026-06-13 21:07:35

She had not expected to feel anything about leaving.

It was a practical matter. The lease was up. She was moving six

feet across a hallway into an apartment she had been sleeping in every

night for four months and which contained the majority of her

belongings and both of her favourite coffee cups and a shelf in the

bathroom with her name on it in every sense except the literal one.

There was nothing to feel. She was an adult. She was organised. She

had moved before.

She went into the apartment
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