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Death in a Studio Apartment

An excerpt from a Craigslist tale of triumph:

I told your bitch ass that I would get you two days ago when I first saw you. You thought if you just laid low and buzzed around someplace else that I'd forget? This is a studio apartment, motherfucker, where you gonna hide? And then I walked into the bathroom and saw you sitting there on the mirror, like you fucking owned the bathroom.
· To the Fly I Just Killed in My Apartment [Craigslist]