He now lives in fifth floor of a twenty storey building, with a bedroom and living room to himself. He had left his former apartment because his current state of unemployment couldn't pay his rent. "My room is nice", he would say to himself everytime he saw a rat ran out from the kitchen to the ceiling in his living room. His property included some clothing of course, he had a large red sofa with a lot of history hidden in it, a t.v, a wall clock that no longer worked, and some packets of cigarettes which he protected with his life. He was always smoking and he loved it more than anything.
Now he sat down on his sofa and knew he had to get a job if he was going to pay his rent without begging. He paid the rent for this apartment from the money his girlfriend gave him. He looked around and saw his brown T-shirt on top of his t.v. He was about getting up when he heard a knock on his door. I have made neighbors already he thought with a surprised look on his face. Taking his shirt from the t.v he open
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