« I’ll own this place by the end of the week! »
« My son will destroy you! »
The elevator doors closed.
Silence.
Beautiful silence.
I stood alone in my apartment.
My apartment.
For the first time in weeks, I could actually breathe.
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« I’ll own this place by the end of the week! »
« My son will destroy you! »
The elevator doors closed.
Silence.
Beautiful silence.
I stood alone in my apartment.
My apartment.
For the first time in weeks, I could actually breathe.
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