writers are always selling somebody out

J started moving out this week. The lease for his next apartment overlaps with ours for a few weeks, a luxury I didn't even know I wanted until now. He's been carting his stuff over to the new place across the street one dolly at a time. Movers are coming in a week or two to move the furniture. The apartment feels empty without his things. L (going to use a different letter before this gets…