Lucy

I do, absolutely.

Why?

Because for six years they have now been waiting for a settlement in their rate of pay and terms and conditions of employment.

They save lives every single day.

Well, the Regal had a tenant named Lucy.

Even though I've been here long enough to feel like I own the place, my bank account begs to differ.

Lucy was an excellent tenant.

Always paid her rent on time, never had any noise complaints, and always just the sweetest person.

A little bit of a new age type.

Whenever she came into the office, she left a slight lingering scent of patchouli.

She and I were around the same age, so when we saw each other, we would chat about dating and what books we were reading.

Um, I had the day off, so I went for a jog, and then I had a certificate for this new sensory thingy my Reiki friend told me about.

What do you mean?

Well, I guess it kind of did.

Hey, boys.

It's Lucy.

I didn't think I'd have to leave this message because I don't know that this should be aired out publicly, but some people have found me online and have been harassing me.

So to those people, just know that there are two sides to every story and you shouldn't believe everything that you hear online.

To Emma, we both know what happened and why I decided to block you, but I'm not 12, so I'm not going to be sharing it online.

What?