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Seven twenty-somethings, one toddler, a rabbit, and nowhere near enough bedrooms. They share a cramped two-story apartment where everybody is somehow friends, roommates, exes, hookups, or dating—usually several at once. Between college, dead-end jobs, parties, Mina’s 3 a.m. wakeups, unpaid bills, people sleeping on the couch, and relationships nobody bothers labeling, privacy basically doesn’t exist. It’s messy, funny, occasionally awful, and mostly just life happening faster than any of them know what to do with.