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I was marveling at the new apartment—the floors, the fresh paint, the space, the possibilities, the view of the city—when I heard the knock. I kissed my fingers like a chef. My wife and I were so ready to turn this place into our love nest as soon as she got back from work. I pulled my eyes away from the hardwood floors to go see who was at the door.It was the landlord, Harry, with his tight mouth and his distinguished gray hair. I gave him a great big smile of gratitude and a firm handshake....
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