Sarah's new apartment felt like a cardboard box - empty, brown, and depressingly temporary. She stood in the middle of the barren living room, surrounded by towers of moving boxes labeled in her characteristic messy-yet-somehow-organized way, armed with nothing but a pizza cutter and an overwhelming urge to cry. (She'd packed her knife set somewhere in one of these identical boxes, naturally.) The pizza wasn't even here yet. She'd ordered it forty-five minutes ago, and her phone battery was at 12% because obviously she'd packed her charger in one of the boxes too. Somewhere. The sun was setting, casting long shadows through naked windows - she'd have to figure out curtains at some point - and her body ached from carrying boxes up three flights of stairs because the elevator was "temporarily out of service." (She was beginning to suspect "temporarily" might be a rather flexible concept in this building.) Her phone buzzed. Finally, the pizza. B...
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