Friday, June 24, 2016


I step out of the shower, wrap myself in a towel, and peer down the dark hall to our roommate's room.

"I could have sworn I heard her come home," I tell Katie. Coco, our dog, peers up at us curiously, her tongue lolling out in its accustomed position.

"Could just be the dog, tumbling around like a shoe in a dryer," Katie replies.

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