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My Place
It's funny, but i can't be sure how i got here.
I mean, the adress was never widely advertised.
Or even why i took up residence.
It's not particularly comfortable, after all.
The only chair is hard, not even an armrest.
Every surface reflective.
No draperies to speak of.
Anyone can look in - should they chose.
The neighborhood seems OK.
Sure, i read of a few thefts.
Viewed a couple of arguments.
But it's still a safe haven for many.
Resale, in this case, certainly seems implausable.
But i'm good with that - it was never my intent.
Mostly i just wanted a place to call my own.
To lay low.
To be anonymous.
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