If only she walked over to the mattress and pulled off the brown sheets, she’d see the blood stains that haunt the right side of the bed. Instead, she stares at the entrance to the bathroom, which you cannot get to unless you go through the bedroom. Odd. What if you have guests over and you don’t want them in your bedroom? Then what? Too bad. Don’t mind the two weeks’ worth of laundry I have piled on the floor. Please just step over it on your way to take a leak. Actually, don’t even come over to my place at all, unless you’re comfortable with peeing outside in the parking lot because I don’t have a washroom that’s accessible from the living room and I don’t want you in my bedroom. Lauren walks into the bathroom and looks around. It’s a big room, and it’s white. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s open and empty. There’s nothing on the counter and it’s clean, like it hasn’t even been lived in. There aren’t any hairs anywhere—no toothpaste spots, nothing.
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