Kim loved having roommates...most of the time. There was always someone around to show that funny thing you just saw to or to talk to about what your latest clients did. It was a little bit like being part of a big family of people who all happened to be around the same age.
The problem was privacy or the lack thereof. Not because of a love interest or some deep dark secret. Just the need for a little extra space for roughly 12 hours after consuming large quantities of delicious (so delicious) beans while the smells of 'regret' dissipated.
Okay, regret is actually odorless but something clearly doesn't smell that great in this story. When I wrote it I was actually thinking of a particular type of living arrangement that more closely resembles an overnight summer camp but for grownups. I saw it once on YouTube but I can't remember what they called it 🤔.
But that's not the point, did you guess the random words for this story? They were:
... "smell" and "privacy".
Peace ☮️.
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