by Katherine Gleason [Editor’s Note: This piece is part of the “Topical” series, with each piece solely submitted to and chosen by the Final Reader Pietra Dunmore.] Story

I am returning this box of chocolates. I don’t want your chocolates. What I want is my time, my sleep. So, you and your friends, you keep it down. You spend six-hundred-some-thousand dollars on an apartment you think you’d have some manners, a sense of etiquette, or at least you’d bother to read the house rules. You know we do have house rules. We spent a long time-that would be Carrie and I-writing those rules. They’re a…