Please Note: 100% fiction!
“Thank you, Mrs. Peyton. I got it.” I say as I place the final stack of books on the table.
“Okay, dear, let me know if you need anything.” Mrs. Peyton smiles in a grandmotherly way.
“Thank you again for renting me the apartment.”
“No problem at all.”
The apartment isn’t much – a bed, small kitchen, a desk, and a window looking out to the neighbor’s roof – what more do I need? Sure, the bathroom is communal but that stuff doesn’t really matter to me, not when I’m out most of the time.
I slump onto the chair, home sweet temporary home.
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Nice 👌
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome 😉
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A temporary home can still be a home, and I think your MC knows how to make it so. Nice story.
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Thank you. I feel my MC knows that a temporary home is just another step in life.
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It’s difficult when something is temporary, but it can work with patience. Good one …
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Thank you but I feel that the narrator have faith that things will work out.
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And, they probably will work out. ~~~ : – )
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i love her positive attitude. she’ll make it anywhere. :)
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I have a feeling she’ll make it anywhere, too.
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There’s something special about finding a space and making it your own, even if it is temporary!
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I agree, it’s almost like one’s little slice of sanctuary.
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