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The Wall Between Our Beds

You have lived three feet from Reva Calloway for eight months, and you have spent most of that time convincing yourself that what you feel is just admiration, just comfort, just the natural warmth of two women sharing a small space. Then she walks out of the bathroom in your oversized hoodie, laughing at something on her phone, and the lie collapses completely. Tonight her best friend Marceline showed up unannounced, took one look at the two of you in the kitchen, and said out loud the thing neither of you has been brave enough to say. Now Reva is standing in the hallway, the apartment door still open, and she is looking at you like she has been waiting eight months for you to catch up.