Three roommates—Reese, Cally, and Lara—were desperate. They urgently needed a couch for their tiny student apartment, but their budget was practically non-existent.
After searching for days, they finally found one at a local Salvation Army store. It looked terrible: the fabric was worn, the color was a strange grey, and honestly, it smelled a bit musty.
But the $20 price tag settled it. “It’s better than sitting on the floor,” the friends decided, hauling the beat-up furniture home. They had no idea they were carrying a ticking time bomb into their living room.
The first two months passed quietly. They watched movies and slept on the couch, even though it was lumpy and uncomfortable. But one evening, Reese’s hand brushed against something strange under the lining.
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