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Literature

My Little Neighbor

This is such a waste of my time. Why am I even bothering? I've got work to do on my computer, and it's not like I've ever put in this much effort to meet my neighbors. Heck I barely even know the names of half the people I share this floor with. And yet here I am, carrying meatloaf to my new neighbor. A neighbor I haven't even seen yet. Do they even like meatloaf? What if their vegan or something? I sigh as I reach the door to apartment twelve, recalling the conversation I had with my mom earlier today. She's always complaining that I don't meet enough people and should get out more, even though I'm already twenty-five. Maybe after this fails