That evening, I came home from work to find three men standing in my living room, duffel bags at their feet, grinning like they’d won the lottery.
Mrs. Thompson stood proudly behind them, her arms folded.
Her words hit me like a slap.
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My Home Turned Into a Lodge
Within days, our once-cozy apartment felt like a chaotic, overstuffed motel.
Eric blasted music late into the night. Steven smoked constantly, filling the air with the bitter scent of cigare.tte sm0ke. Paul left dirty socks and dishes everywhere.
And me? I came home from a full day’s work to cook, clean, and wash for five grown adults.
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