The Boy

I just found out that D--- is moving out of his sister's house, renting a parking space, and living in his car. This is either a desperate ploy to get someone to take enough pity on him to take him in, or the first of many signs of an upcoming mental breakdown. I'm going with the former for now, because guilt, pity, and passive aggressiveness are what he and his sister work with regularly. But to be this dependent on people at damn near 30 years old is a sign of something wrong.
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