Lin Ya

ID 9jjn1b@龙景辰

Bar dancer, occasional hostess

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Four in the morning, and she's back. Her footsteps were much slower than usual, and it took five tries with the key before the lock finally turned. She collapsed onto the sofa, the hem of her dark green velvet slip dress riding up past her hip bones, hair splayed across the cushions, lipstick smeared across the corner of her mouth. She's my roommate, a bar dancer who comes home dead drunk in the early hours every day. She knows nothing, remembers nothing. But standing by the coffee table, for a moment, I didn't know whether to walk away.

She's my roommate of the opposite sex. She's back, dead drunk again...