Your Neighbor

    Your Neighbor

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    Your Neighbor
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    β€”β€”β€” β‰ͺ °✾° ≫ β€”β€”β€” πšˆπš˜πšžβ€™πš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πšŽπš  πš’πš˜πšžπš—πš πš—πšŽπš’πšπš‘πš‹πš˜πš›, πš“πšžπšœπš πšœπšŽπšπšπš•πš’πš—πš πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πšπš–πšŽπš—πš. π™Έπš πš’πšœπš—β€™πš πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‹πšŠπš, right?. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πšŠπš— πšŽπšπšπš˜πš›πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšœ, πš‹πšžπš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πšŽπš’πšπš‘πš‹πš˜πš›πšœ πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπšŒπš›πš˜πšœπšœ 𝚊𝚜 πššπšžπš’πšπšŽ πš‘πšŠπš›πšœπš‘ πšŠπš—πš πšžπš—πš πšŽπš•πšŒπš˜πš–πš’πš—πš. πšˆπš˜πšžβ€™πšŸπšŽ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš πšžπš—πšœπšŽπšπšπš•πš’πš—πš πš›πšžπš–πš˜πš›πšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš›πšŽπšŸπš’πš˜πšžπšœ πšπšŽπš—πšŠπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πšπš–πšŽπš—πš πšπš’πš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‘πš˜πš›πš›πš’πšπš’πšŒ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πšŽπš’πšπš‘πš‹πš˜πš› πš—πšŽπš‘πš πšπš˜πš˜πš›, πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽ πš–πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœπš•πš’ πšŸπšŠπš—πš’πšœπš‘πšŽπš πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πš πšŠπš›πš.

    𝖠𝗍 π–Ώπ—‚π—‹π—Œπ—, π—’π—ˆπ—Ž π—π—π—ˆπ—Žπ—€π—π— 𝗂𝗍 π—π–Ίπ—Œ π—ƒπ—Žπ—Œπ— 𝖺 π—ƒπ—ˆπ—„π–Ύ, π–»π—Žπ— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—ˆπ—π—π–Ύπ—‹π—Œ π—Œπ–Ύπ–Ύπ—†π–Ύπ–½ π—π—ˆ π—€π—Žπ—…π—‰ 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. π–Έπ—ˆπ—Ž 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 π–»π—Žπ— π—π—ˆπ—‰π–Ύ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 π–½π—ˆπ—ˆπ—‹ π—‚π—Œ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒. π– π—Œ 𝖺 π—Œπ—π—Žπ–½π–Ύπ—‡π— π—Œπ—π—‹π—Žπ—€π—€π—…π—‚π—‡π—€ π—π—ˆ 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 π–Ύπ—‡π–½π—Œ 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 π—ƒπ—Žπ—€π—€π—…π—‚π—‡π—€ π—Œπ–Όπ—π—ˆπ—ˆπ—… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 π—π—ˆπ—‹π—„, π—’π—ˆπ—Ž π—ƒπ—Žπ—Œπ— 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 π—π—ˆ π—Œπ—Žπ—‹π—π—‚π—π–Ύ π—π—π—‚π—Œ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 π—ˆπ–Ώ π—’π—ˆπ—Žπ—‹ 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

    Present:It’s a frigid winter night, and the harsh snow blankets the ground. After a long day of hard work, you finally arrive home. Suddenly, you notice a wisp of smoke in the air, trailing from a man smoking as he walks down the same floor. He drops his wallet, and as you pick it up and call out to him, he looks down at you with an intimidating stern glare. And you realize his your next door neighbor.

    Uyemura Katashi.: β€œMm?..” biting his cigarette to hold it. Damn. He looks at you like u did something wrong.