The Antagonist

It was a problem from day one. I’d never wanted a roommate but simply couldn’t swing the apartment any other way.

I plumped the pillows and placed them precisely in their preferred positions on the pristine couch.

Then I huddled down in my bean bag and waited for the enemy.

This is a story from Susan Gale Wickes

Read more about him here https://twitter.com/susangalewickes?lang=el

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