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“You okay?” she asked.

I looked at the coffee. The hoodie. The novel she wasn’t really reading. PerfectGirlfriend 24 11 24 Angie Faith Roommate...

Her smile didn’t waver. “Your perfect girlfriend,” she said. “You just haven’t agreed to the terms yet.” “You okay

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The date on that page: 11/24/24 . 11:24 PM. The timestamp matched a night I’d come home crying about a job rejection. She’d made me grilled cheese and said exactly the right thing. The novel she wasn’t really reading

“Who are you?” I whispered.

I stumbled into the kitchen of our shared two-bedroom, still half-asleep, and found her already there. Hair in a loose ponytail. Wearing my favorite hoodie (the gray one I’d never actually lent her). She was reading a paperback with a cover so tastefully worn it looked like a movie prop.