It wasn’t that difficult. I moved in with her because she had a better apartment. That wasn’t much of an achievement. My place was a pit after all. A one-room pit, with more hair on the bathroom floor than any woman should have to subject herself to. Beyond that, her place was nice, really nice, well-appointed, and in a better neighborhood than mine too. On my street, it wasn’t uncommon to see pimps and drug dealers stationed outside my building, …
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