Why do these stories always seem to culminate in the bathroom? It’s not just for the dramatic flair.
Confronting someone in the shared kitchen is amateur hour. Too many escape routes. Too many knives (tempting, but that’s jail). The living room? Her door is three feet away. No.
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I gave her three minutes to get fully saturated. Soap in hair is the great equalizer.