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Her smile didn’t waver. “Your perfect girlfriend,” she said. “You just haven’t agreed to the terms yet.”

“Who are you?” I whispered.

“How do you always know?” I mumbled. PerfectGirlfriend 24 11 24 Angie Faith Roommate...

At first, I thought she was just kind. Then I thought she liked me. Then I found the notebook.

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— I’d come home early from a bad date. Angie’s door was cracked. On her desk, a leather journal lay open. I shouldn’t have looked. But the words “Subject: Roommate” were written in bold at the top.

Behind her, on the counter, her phone lit up with a new notification: Her smile didn’t waver

The kitchen clock ticked. Angie was still watching me, still smiling that soft, calibrated smile.

The coffee maker beeped at 7:14 AM—exactly 26 minutes before Angie Faith’s alarm. Not mine. Hers. “How do you always know

She smiled. “I pay attention.”

“Morning,” she said, sliding a mug toward me. Oat milk. One sugar. Perfect.