Back then, when Robyn first moved out of her parent's house and had her first apartment. It had woodfloors and a cast-iron radiator that always made the room too hot and made pings and gurgles in the night. She had a shabby vintage dresser for her clothes, a small closet and no other furniture. The mattress was on the floor. But she loved being independent, on her own. An adult for the first time.
I loved coming to visit her. Staying over with no curfew. Sleeping with her on her mattress. I loved snapping photos of her, dressed, undressed. Just before sex, or just after. Back then, it was all new.
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