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I scooted home quickly and tried to act casual, feeling weirdly guilty and criminal.

My apartment building was an 1800’s brick monstrosity that had been gutted and expanded several times. If the landlords just rolled with the industrial chic vibe, it could be nice and high-end, but currently it was just kind of overpriced and crappy. Most of my power outlets were un-grounded so I was constantly tripping the breaker by trying to cram everything onto one power strip, and my shower pipes broke at least once a month, which was how I continued to justify my gym membership despite the fact that I barely ever work out.

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