A Cry For Help

Last Thursday, my friend from work called me, crying.  I met her up at work so she could follow me to my house.  She talked to my mother about moving in to the downstairs spare bedroom.  We got her stuff from her house.  No one, her mom or brother, asked her why she was leaving.  I won’t go into too much detail, but one of her family members made her scared to be at home.

So, we have a roommate.  I don’t know how long she’ll stay, but I hope it’s a while.  At least a month.  We’ll see what happens.

Good night!  Good morning!  Good everything!

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