She keeps to herself. And I let her reabsorb all her fruit. I moved into her place, not the other way around. Maybe this year there'll be an edible apple. Not really any of my business:
Imagine this…. Airbnb with arcade games you’ve just returned from the tastiest dinner of your life and now you get to play rock band with the homies till 6 am and sleep on the floor next to your best friend.
