The apartment. It was killing her. It wasn’t just the dirt, the stench, and the roaches. It wasn’t just the bathroom ceiling that collapsed without fail every six months, showering down filthy rocks, rotten wood, and cracked plaster.
It was the mice.
They were everywhere. You could hear them skittering through the walls, see them scampering across the floor. Our living room was their highway.
Genre: Mystery
It was the mice.
They were everywhere. You could hear them skittering through the walls, see them scampering across the floor. Our living room was their highway.
Genre: Mystery
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