grapes | clifford

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The wind blew in her hair. Riding down the road at night made her feel alive. It made her feel like she was flying. It made her feel safe.
The wheels of her skateboard took her down the street and she didn't know where she was going. It wasn't dark, but the sun wasn't up either. The air stroke her bare arms and she shivered. It was kinda cold, she was about to go home. Back to her little apartment.
Some people would guess that she lived in a beautiful flat, with a ton of books and lightning and love. But actually, she lived in a basement. The landlord was caring enough to let her rent a little space in the basement, that a janitor maybe should have lived in. It was half the price of a real apartment, and it was almost all made out of cement. The walls, ceiling, floor. But the last janitor living there, had really freshen up the place, he had renovated the bathroom. It was actually not cement, but a white tile over the walls. She had a small toilet, with a little shower. One room as kitchen and bedroom. But she was fine with that.
She has all what she needed. A fridge, a bathroom and a bed. Her mother wouldn't be proud of it, but she was. A part time job at a library, a home and a cat was all she needed.