There is a rat in my apartment and it's scared of people. It would come out when i'm asleep to steal whatever leftover i so carelessly left out in the open. It came out from the drainage in the bathroom, i still hasn't figure out how it manages to open its cover. But it comes visit every so often, steal whatever's left of my lunch or dinner or midnight supper i didn't have the energy to finish or cleanup anymore. But it's fast, it hides in a flash once it knows i recognize its existence.
I think it's afraid of me.
(I'm not afraid of rats i'm afraid of cockcroaches and being alone with my thoughts in a room too big for one)
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