“You know, I hadn't thought you were damn serious about moving when you told me about it last night,” Phillip said.
We were on a video call. I was busy shuffling around my apartment, sorting out the stuff I wouldn't need anymore in a big black cellophane bag. Phillip was on a lunch break, and had a column update to get to right after.
“I know right? A huge part of me doesn't agree with this. After that Alex and Freddie fiasco, it's hard to believe I'd find solace in my toxic ex's community and I've grown to love my library duties and the kids there. Now that I think about it, all men born here are practically the same.”
“What's gonna happen to the remaining months of your lease? Has he agreed to let you out of it?”
“Yes. And I'm glad, because he could have made a fuss about it.”
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