new downstairs neighbors

Posted: August 14, 2012 in otiose

I shook Tim’s hand, even though mine was sweaty, and he said, “Welcome to the jungle.”
I looked up the steps to my door and offered up my name as acceptance of this greeting while turning down help with my belongings.

“This is no place for a girl like you.”

We’ll see.
We shall see just what I’m made to weather this time.


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