ANGEL ROSE
I'm laying in my room going through social media while listening to music after spending the day looking for an apartment to move into. I had tried being comfortable in Camille's matrimonial home but I was starting to feel like I've overstayed my welcome. There is nothing I didn't like about living with her, she and her husband are polite and their boys are well behaved but it was getting harder and harder for me to go on pretending I didn't wish I had everything she had. I had found myself an apartment and I had told her I was moving out. She was sad but didn't question me about why I was moving but I have a feeling she knew. My phone starts ringing and when the name FRANKIE flashes on my screen I frown. Did I mistakenly dial his number or something.
"Frankie" I answer.
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