So I might’ve painted a drab picture of my living quarters - and if it wasn’t drab enough, let me finish:
DRAB with capital letters. Constructed in the 60s, this place had been passed through so many hands til it landed in the hands of my slumlord neighbor, who’d rent to literally anyone - which is how we scored it (I mean, despite our multiple pets). H…
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