Attempting To make this work

Never does it occur to me that other people live in this building besides us…except for now of course. I have no idea why this tiny one and a half rooms should feel so much like its own building, when in fact it is merely a space in a stack of boxes. I know I write so often about this place where we live, but it just consumes you, it sort of forces you to become part of it…

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