He Doesn't Deserve Her, He Deserves Me

I’d settle down on my little purple couch in my dark bedroom, a plate on my lap, a mug in my hand, and a video camera propped up between me and the window, zoomed in on a building three blocks away. It took a lot of research to snag my apartment, but it was worth it.

I’d always watch as Keith entered his fifteenth floor studio.

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