I Bought An Old Couch At A Garage Sale — Three Days Later, Someone Tried To Break Into My Apartment Over It

silence that reminds you there’s nobody else coming home.

That Saturday morning, rain streaked down the kitchen window while I drank instant coffee and complained to my best friend Mia over speakerphone.

“You know what your problem is?” she asked.

“Besides being poor?”

“You’re dramatic.”

“I’m eating ramen for breakfast.”

“That literally proves my point.”

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