Aug
21
The Roommate
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Rattle, rattle.
Frank twitched.
Rattle, rattle. Click.
He cracked an eyelid and noted with great annoyance that the sun had moved. That would explain the rattling at the door, however. Betsy was home from work. His roommate bustled into the compact, four-room apartment, far too cheerful for someone who had spent the day chained to a cubicle desk (as she was so fond of whining). Read more