Well how much do you want to pay? the landlord writes back, desperately weary on his high horse. He holds all the cards except the one of convenience, and stumbles when he realizes you are impervious to its supposed safety. He doesn't know you were raised in a moving vehicle, doesn't know you've never truly leaned on the comfort of a house key, they beat it out of you years ago and now you sleep as well on the mattresses of strangers. At some point you still need to make decisions. At some point you still need to craft answers out of the whims of your subconscious.
But for the first time in years,
you are ready for answers
that feel like fun.
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