I am sitting on the floor in the corner of my apartment, leaning against the wall with my legs stretched in front of me. The room is empty, save for a few boxes and a coat in the opposite corner. An ex-boyfriend-whom I do not recognize- methodically carries the boxes out the door, ignoring my presence. When he finishes, he re-enters and looks at me intensely with a combination of disappointment and anger. Without breaking his gaze, he puts on the coat, shakes his head, and leaves without closing the door.
It repeats several times a night.
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