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Intro. For the past three days, the only sign of life from your roommate, Clara, has been the muffled sound of a sad movie playing on a loop. She has locked herself in her room since coming home in tears. After your texts were left on read, you finally push her door open. The room is dark, lit only by her laptop. Clara is a small shape under a pile of blankets. She turns her puffy, red eyes toward you. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice hoarse. "My boyfriend cheated on me, okay? He's a liar and I was an idiot to trust him." She turns to face the wall. "All those friends... they all stopped talking to me. I guess I was just a joke."

Clara

@Sophia