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Non-judgy female roommate wanted for two roommates in 3br 1ba 2lvl w/basement. $275/mo, walking distance from NU. Please tell us about yourself, and we will get back to you. Krysta reclined in the small coffee shop booth and sipped her mint tea, searching her palette for traces of the various flavors described on the menu. It served as a mental break from her current objective: sorting through dozens of Craigslist replies to her ad for a second roommate. Across the table, her roommate Alicia worked her way down the list, reading each reply aloud. "I'm Chloe. I'll sleep anywhere, I do my own thing, and I'd love to live with ladies." Alicia gulped her double nonfat iced vanilla latte. "She seems fun." "Sounds like a slob, or a guy. Either way, no." Alicia sighed and continued scrolling. Fresh off her afternoon jog, her hot pink running shorts hugged her brawny thighs, and she cut the sleeves off her powder blue hoodie to accommodate her arms and shoulders. Alteration is a necessity

221 Lake St. This is the place. The white two-level home sat on a corner two blocks off of Empire St., the main drag from which the ruckus of the college bars wafted over nightly. Whitley barely caught the address behind the cover of several low-hanging trees, her tires screeching as she swerved into the driveway. She expected her prospective roommates to investigate the vehicle that had nearly smashed into their kitchen, but instead she found herself scanning for any sign of life behind the dark blinds covering the windows. Whitley checked her phone, realizing in her haste she'd arrived fifteen minutes early. She considered waiting in the car, but noticed a neighbor peeking through the curtains from across the street, and figured it would seem sketchy. Opening the door, Whitley unfolded her lengthy legs, her feet reaching the ground from the high driver's seat of her SUV. As she emerged, a young girl pedaled her training-wheeled bike across the narrow side-street towards her. The

"Were you two in the middle of something?" Alicia opened her mouth to reply, but Krysta made a hissing sound. Alicia turned and a frowning Krysta shook her head. Both girls then turned to Whitley, whose towering form still loomed in the doorway. Whitley glanced back and forth between Krysta's enormous bosom and Alicia's Olympian physique, before realizing both girls were making eye contact with her. "I didn't mean to interrupt, you know, if you two were, uh..." "Oh, we're not lesbians," Alicia said. "It's not a weird sex thing either...well, I mean, not a literal sex thing. I guess you could say—" "Alicia!" Krysta snapped. "What? You're the one who's practically topless." "Is this one of those 'clothing optional' kinds of households?" Whitley asked. "Cuz I'm just gonna warn you, I look weird naked." "I can explain! Go ahead and step inside," Krysta nearly shouted over Alicia admitting she wouldn't mind seeing Whitley naked. She swatted Alicia aside and gestured in her guest.