I was just sitting in my empty apartment, crying some, as I had lost my roommate. I had moved, to be able to afford things, and was staring emptily at my many Fievel plushies. I cried some more, as I wished that I could have a living breathing Fievel. I walked to my window, and then peered out of it. I wasn’t sure why I was even looking out of my window. Perhaps I thought, if I peered out of my window, I might spot a living breathing Fievel. I just saw people walking about on the streets below. It’s kind of busy at lunch time here in this section of Philadelphia. It’s also not the best side of town. Cops nearly completely ignore drug crime, as other crime is too major. Of course at times though, I wish they would pay attention to drug crime… when deals go bad that is. And sometimes, they do pay attention to those, as they have little choice in the matter. I walked back to my bed, and then sat down on the edge of it. I didn’t sit there for long, when a knock came at my door. I checked, and it was Frank, the black dude from just down the hall. I opened my door, after unlatching it that is.
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