"Her apartment was huge. I was surprised at seeing anything at all because she's one of those people I can't picture living anywhere. Even after she took out her keys, I still really didn't believe she lived in the fancy complex. It would, after all, be totally like her to "borrow" an apartment from someone.
But as soon as I peered inside, I knew it was hers. The hard wood floor I sensed was there was not only invisible, but the piles of clothes on the floor were shaped into mountains and valleys, mocking any notion of a floor at all. The clothes were permanent, perennial fixtures in the room that looked like they had been there for years.
Awkwardly, I looked around the room for something, anything that reassured me that someone could actually live there. Hung stark on the bare walls, I spotted a calender. I waded knee deep in clothes to get a closer inspection; it was four years old."
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