Friday, March 2, 2012

Apartment 321

   I woke up that day and found my apartment building had changed. What once was the finest of architectural wonders had changed in to a construction of light that an old flicking, queasy and green, hurt your eye's, florescent bulb would have designed.  I needed to look for a new apartment.  I found my way out, moved about town, and spied a fantastic building in the same location that once was the drabbest of apartment blocks.  I could clearly see that any apartment in this building would be great.  Only, De Es Schwertberger had the keys, and knew how to find the door.

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