At My Graduation My Grandma Asked About My 3 Million Trust Fund and My Parents Went Silent

completely strange. My three roommates had moved out the week before, so the apartment was hollow with their absence, furniture-shaped ghosts in the carpet where their things had been. I sat on my futon, which was the only piece of furniture I owned, and tried to hold the number three million in my mind long enough to understand what it meant.

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