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Fiona Berry · Fiction · November 2026
It’s always cold. Snow falls off the roof sometimes. The building across from me is at eye level. I like to watch it fall.My Roommate doesn’t. She likes to watch her phone mostly, sometimes her laptop. I like the laptop too. I look at the light reflecting on me. I flick my arm and stare at the glass of my window. The laptop illuminates the bones. The indents of my arm are crescents. They look like the moon.The people outside my window yell. That is why I like the laptop. The light reflecting on my arm. I can look out my window and see only myself. When it is dark, I see only the snow.My Roommate likes the cold. She stands outside basking. I see it from the window.She comes back loud. I want to cry. I hide under my blankets. She calls me her fawn while laughing.I do not like the cold. I cannot be left alone too long in it. My Roommate takes me on walks. She tells me it is policy. I need…
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