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Living Alone

“I thought you said you had a flat-mate?” She dropped her keys on the marble counter and nodded. “Yeah, what of it?” He scratched his head and followed her into the next room, letting the door shut behind them, before answering: “There’s only one park, she doesn’t have a car?” He seated himself on the red sofa across from her and she smiled. “Oh, they do, I just use it when they’re not, and vice versa.” He looked puzzled so she elaborated with an amused smile: “They work nights.” He hesitated for a moment and so she asked: “What?” while she stretched an arm over the back of the sofa in a relaxed fashion.

“They? Do they not have a name or gender?” She laughed at his question and then shook her head. “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that. I’ve just never met them.” He gawked at her: “You live with someone you’ve never met?” She laughed carelessly and shrugged. “We leave each other notes sometimes but that’s the extent of the contact either of us wants.” He frowned: “They don’t sign the notes?” She smirked: “Nope.”

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