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You know the temperature’s dropped when the once-gooey mud puddle on the side of the pavement crunches under your feet.
“Meow!” comes from the other side of the road, and I stop and turn, staring. “You!” I call back. “You don’t even live in my room anymore. Don’t talk to me.”
My erstwhile roommate grins at me from across the street, racquet slung over her shoulder, on the way to practice. “I was just back at the room,” she says, “and I was sad. I was like, Meow’s always supposed to be there!”
“And you come the one hour I’m not…” I say, trailing off menacingly.
She gives a non-committal shrug. “I’ll see you later,” she says, and we part ways.
Oh, people.
