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"The e, the more they stay the same," I say

He frowns "That doesn’t make sense The door you had last year worked fine"

"Neverti to Josh has crumbled back into shyness and fear Even if Kurt had just seen him in the hallway, it’s not like I would’ve left ainst the door, listens for its telltale click, and then flops down beside me on the bed "Our doors are supposed to lock automatically I shouldn’t be able to walk in like that"

"And yet--"

"I keep doing it" He grins

"It’s strange, though, right?" My voice is tinged with the sao "Whose door that used to be?"

"Statistically unlikely But not i off Kurt’s wonder-killing abilities, so his response doesn’t bother me Especially because, despite a su…

I, Isla Martin, a in Joshua Wasserstein’s last place of residence

These were his walls This was his ceiling That black grease ht above the electrical outlet? He probably made that For the rest of the year, I will have the same view of the same street outside of the same ill sit in his chair, bathe in his shower, and sleep in his bed

His bed

I trace a finger along the stitching of my quilt It’s an embroidered map of Manhattan When I’m in Manhattan, I sleep underneath a quilt that’s an embroidered map of Paris But underneath this blanket and underneath these sheets, there’s a sacred space that once belonged to Josh He drea

My door bursts back open

"My rooer than yours," Hattie says "This is like a prison cell"

Yeah I’onna have to fix that door

"True," Kurt says, because the rooms in Résidence Lambert are the size of walk-in closets "But how ned? Two? Three?"

This isSOAP – the School of America in Paris When I was a freshman, our older sister, Gen, was a senior Now I’ in the underclass dormitory down the street Students in Grivois have roommates, tons of supervision, and enforced curfews Here in Lambert, we have our own roonificantly more freedom