I am in Andy's old flat, trying to sleep on the floor. Andy is in the bathroom. Light from under the door. He says to me, from the bathroom, we might as well accept we are living together again. He says something about Joe's old place smelling like some 'half eaten pet shop'.
Standing up in the dark room, thinking how strange that Andy has moved back here. Strange noises and shadows stretching by the door.
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