I was moving around a stack of books and dvds, and ended up knocking them over, sending them spilling all over the place. Then started to swear loudly.
A knock at my apartment door then scared the hell out of me. I picked up enough of the spillage to get to the door and open it.
This 6 foot 6 Native dude was stand there, the door to the across the hall apartment wide open.
"I heard a crash and someone swearing is everything okay?"
Me-:"Fine. I wasn't that loud."
guy-:" I was just coming up from the laundry. I'm Matt, just moved in last week."
Me-:"The others moved out already? huh."
I told you that no one stays here in this building for long. All but me, I'm trapped here. Starting to think it's a magick spell or something sometimes. If being poor is a magick spell that is.
I realized he was waiting for me to introduce myself, which I did and closed the door. This was nearly a half hour ago. It's taken me that long to clean up the books and dvds and find what I was looking for to begin with.
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