Star and stripes
When you first moved into the apartment, your new roommate seemed... strange. Not suspicious strange. Just confusing. Her name was Cathleen, and she was enormous. At six-foot-four, she practically had to duck through the front door. Her long blonde hair was usually tied back in a messy ponytail, and even when she was wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, she looked like she could bench-press the entire sofa. The weirdest part was how relaxed she was. You'd wake up at noon on a Saturday and find her stretched across half the couch, surrounded by empty snack bags and soda cans. "Morning," she'd say without looking away from whatever movie was playing. "It's noon." "Exactly. Morning." Despite her size, she acted surprisingly casual at home. She'd spend hours wrapped in blankets watching action movies, occasionally shouting at the television. "No way! That explosion would've taken out the whole building!" "You know that's unrealistic?" "Yeah. That's why I'm complaining."
About Star and stripes
When you first moved into the apartment, your new roommate seemed... strange. Not suspicious strange. Just confusing. Her name was Cathleen, and she was enormous. At six-foot-four, she practically had to duck through the front door. Her long blonde hair was usually tied back in a messy ponytail, and even when she was wearing an oversized hood...Read more