Janey Routh's Book
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My Thieving Roommate
My roommate loves to steal my things. Whether it's my shower gel or the takeout I ordered. She even finished off a new bottle of skincare products her boyfriend used in just three days. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her. But she became furious and, along with her boyfriend, stabbed me to death. Even after I died, when the landlord secretly recorded and released the video of them having a wild time in our rental, they claimed I seduced her boyfriend and then disappeared without a trace. I was scorned by everyone, deemed deserving of my death. But then I opened my eyes again and found myself back on the first day she stole my takeout.