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Yeah, my Lit degree is gathering dust while I head in a completely new direction, but student loans don’t really care if I’m following my dreams. I love food too much to be a starving artist.
I slurp loudly and ignorantly. An old man gives me a dirty look, but I forgive him because he’s probably not gotten his coffee yet and even I hate people before that first sip.
It makes a click when it hits the floor and I smile. Using the umbrella as a cane and channeling my inner gangster, I swagger to Sasha’s front door and tap my knuckles against it.
My fingers shake and the keys jangle noisily, protesting my lack of coordination. Why do I always shake like an addict going cold turkey in times of crisis?
What are you doing, you idiot? Don’t you dare go into that room. What the hell are you opening the door for? Are you stupid? Do you want to die? See, this is why black people can’t be in horror movies. We’d run at the first sign of danger.
