Kev’s flat is disgusting. He doesn’t seem to have emptied his kitchen bin since June 2015. And his sofa is dusted in takeaway wrappers like they’re snowfall. Still, you’re here now: he lights a spliff and goes to hand it to you but by that point you’ve already fallen asleep.
You wake up the next day with his flatmate staring at you.
THE END.
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