“Wait in the living room,” Row instructed, shouldering past me on his way up the stairs. I followed him with my eyes, waiting for the faint sound of the shower to hit my ears, accompanied by the whining of the rusty pipes behind the walls. I took the stairs up to his room on my tippy toes. I wanted to get a glimpse of Row’s universe uninterrupted, something I’d never had a chance to do before. I didn’t feel too bad about snooping. Row never had given a crap about privacy. Once I entered the room, I breathed as shallowly as I could without losing consciousness to mask my presence there. I
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