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Tonight has been a never ending series of catastrophes. I am not exaggerating for your sympathy this time. Pull up a chair and listen to this sordid tale of woe.
After leaving the wide-eyed Brianna and steely Callum I sprinted as fast as I could ten blocks to Jacobs apartment. We all live close to the Falcon, Jacob had a studio in this Art Deco style block. Funky angled windows, shards of metal decorating. I used to call him Gatsby for a while after he first moved in to annoy him.
Yes, I am putting off telling you the full events.
So…I take the elevator, having tried Jacob's number at least a dozen times by now. No answer, just voicemail. What choice do I have?
Arriving at his glossy maple door I knocked politely. Framed in a fancy ridged white woodwork it looks like
