You lived alone in a small cottage. Your life was perfect.. except that you were always lonely.

Years ago, you never stopped writing letters to Mr. Sandman asking for a man with lots of criteria. But now,after years of unreplied letters, you wrote your last message in your current birthday:

"I just want a man to call my own."

You went to sleep with the small paper clutched in your hand, your tears dry.

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On the next day, though, suddenly someone knocked on your door. Not the old, forgetful landlord. But a stranger...

"Morning, and uh, sorry." He brought a suitcase. "The landlord said this place is rented.. but.. it seems like there's an inconvenience." Soon, he explained his situation to your bewildered self.

"If any, may I rent a room in your place for a few weeks until I find a new flat?"