Page 214 of Breaking the Rules
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"Am I that awful of a roommate?"
"No. But then my last roommate was a manic depressive who spent most of his time talking about cocaine."
"He set the bar high."
"Exactly." He scoops the eggs from the pan and places them on two plates. "I pulled a few listings."
"Oh."
"We can go before work. You're on at two, right?"
"Yeah." Same as him.
He brings the eggs to the table. Takes the seat opposite mine.
"Thanks. For breakfast."
"You can sweet talk me all you want, Em. It won't help your case."
He's right.
I need something stronger.
I need to convince him we belong together.
