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The Apartment #11

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Tisha lies in bed. She's composing her autobiography, an idea she's been playing with for months.

You'd think it'd be easy to get to sleep after a night of passion. But it never is. Nah, not passion, work. Yes, work.
So I lie down listening to the noises of the other residents and watching my curtains pale and lighten. There's a radio coming from upstairs. Cars passing, though it's too early for the street to be noisy with traffic just yet. The main door opening and closing. Footsteps. Nameless people. People with histories.

She buries her head underneath her pillow.

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    Lisa Williams about 3 years ago

    Am utterly Hooked X

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    Drew Martyn about 3 years ago

    omg thank you Lisa! I've no idea where this is going yet, but I trust my characters to take me there. Thanks for the support, it really helps :)

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    Lisa Williams about 3 years ago

    Not sure it matters where it goes when the words are as wonderful as they have been. Happy drifting, looking in the windows X

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    Drew Martyn about 3 years ago

    Wow thank you, that's a confidence booster! Cheers Lisa.

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    Drew Martyn about 3 years ago

    Thanks Jamie :)

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