Feb 19, 2008 16:48
Wha... What the?
S-strange. It's dark all of a sudden. Did I pass out? I'm in the middle of the street. Why didn't anyone help me? And... man, what an awful smell.
Hello? Hello? It's so empy out here -- s'almost like I'm back in...
No, I'm not. I'm. Not.
But what if... ? Eileen!
ugh deja vu,
eileen,
worries,
oh what now?
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Guess you're Harry?
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That's me. Harry Mason. I sort of manage the Marshall Street apartments. If you're interested, we still have spare rooms.
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Yeah, yeah. That'd be great.
If it's alright, I have a... request. I'd, ah, prefer not to have room three-oh-two or three-oh-three if they exist in the complex.
It sounds strange, but I'm -- superstitious.
Aw, geeze, whatta dumb lie. He'll never believe it!
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...Some superstition, Henry. But don't worry about it. Why not take something from the fourth or fifth floor?
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So, how many of us are there in this "Discedo" place? It must be a lot if you've got to manage the apartments.
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There's about thirty or more at Marshall Street. I need to do a new head count, since more people are stating.
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Far as I know, besides the original residents, I've been here the longest.
Ugh, I feel older everyday.
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I don't know if this is better or worse.
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At least the people are mostly friendly...
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