The Roommate
I The rain started at midnight and did not stop for six hours. Dave Sullivan was awake because of it, lying in his bed in the apartment they shared on Commonwealth Avenue in Boston, listening to the sound of water against the window and wondering why Alex was not back yet. They had been roommates for two years. Alex was a programmer—smart, quiet, the kind of person who could sit in front of a...
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