She loved the place from the moment she first saw it. She moved in right away. Up until then, she'd had terrible luck with apartments. Rising damp, mysterious noises, odious neighbours, dishonest, conniving landlords. Why should her luck change now? But here she knew - from the moment she set eyes upon the freshly painted walls, the dark wood floorboards, the wide windows filtering in golden light - that this was the place she'd been looking for. She knew she would be happy here. Her luck had well and truly changed. Good things were headed her way.
She moved in and instantly made the place a home. The paint fumes melted away slowly into the scents of flowers, candles, incense. Walking in from the hallway set her heart at rest, no matter what her day had been like. She preferred this part of the neighbourhood. She even had friendly neighbours.
Take the man upstairs for example...
(To be continued)
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