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You needed rent covered by Friday or you'd lose the apartment. You didn't check the name before you said yes. Now Arlo is standing in your hallway with two duffel bags and that same easy smile, acting like two years of silence was just a long weekend. He's being so normal it almost hurts more. He takes the room. He pays first month upfront. He says thanks like you're doing him a favor. That night, the walls between your rooms are paper-thin - and you can hear him laughing at something on his phone. That laugh. The one you used to know by heart.