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Within the walls of one dwelling we portion between us, souls of every manner and mold take shelter beneath a single, common roof, sharing chapters, accompanying one another through the threadwork of many days. Perhaps our hours of darkness do not mirror each other's: some windows flicker alive only at the stroke of midnight, others burn still as dawn comes courting the earth once more. Yet one truth remains constant, that every story will find its way to every floor, bearing a warmth that lingers like the embers of last night's fire.

The Apartment We’d Share.
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