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Macy barely looked up from her laptop as Rob came in the apartment.
"Do you have your share of the rent?" Macy asked as she typed up her paper on the birth of feminism in Renaissance Florence. Her hair was cut short and dyed to be a dark black rather than its natural dark brown. Her eyes, behind thick black framed glasses, moved across her computer screen in time with her typing. She paused to rub her pierced nose and then started typing away again. "We're two months behind and the landlord is threatening to evict us. I sufficiently debased myself enough to my parents to get my share. Nick is selling his video games and cds."
Rob ignored her and went over to the large flat screen tv, set up on an old coffee table like an icon of a religious alter. He opened a case and slipped a disc into a dvd player, which sat on the floor.
"Here, you have to see this." He told her. "It's unbelievable."
Macy kept typing. "Can't. G