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I looked at the coffee. The hoodie. The novel she wasn’t really reading.

Now I knew why.

At first, I thought she was just kind. Then I thought she liked me. Then I found the notebook. PerfectGirlfriend 24 11 24 Angie Faith Roommate...

She smiled. “I pay attention.”

That was the thing about Angie. She wasn’t just a good roommate. She was a PerfectGirlfriend —except we weren’t dating. We’d never even kissed. But she did the things girlfriends in commercials did: stocked the fridge with my favorite seltzer, left little sticky-note jokes on the bathroom mirror, remembered the name of my childhood dog. I looked at the coffee