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Plug The walls in my apartment are thin. I’m always aware of what my neighbours are doing. There’s a man and a woman who live next door. Sometimes it feels like their voices are coming out of the outlet in my living room. The woman gets home at 5:30 the man gets home a little bit later. Today as soon as he shuts the front door she says, "I have to tell you something." "What?" "Today... Here... Right on the kitchen table... I had sex with your best friend." He thinks about it for a second. He says, "I don't have any friends." "Not even when you were growing up?" "No." |