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I chose the nails.

When a burnt-out grad student gets assigned a new roommate who defies easy labels, he learns that the messiest living situations sometimes lead to the clearest views of yourself. My-Femboy-Roommate

The real story began on a Tuesday night in November. I’d bombed a presentation—stood frozen at the podium for what felt like an eternity, watching my committee exchange the kind of glances usually reserved for car crashes. I came home, kicked off my shoes, and sat on the couch in the dark. I chose the nails