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I was 20 years old when I moved into a large, one bedroom apartment with my girlfriend. It had one large window and the neighbors to our left made love often and loudly. But, it was refuge from the rigors of adulthood. Routine and comfort. It was a home. It was ours even if only temporary. I was 20 years old when I moved into a large, one bedroom apartment with my girlfriend. It had one large window and the neighbors to our left made love often and loudly. But, it was refuge from the rigors of adulthood. Routine and comfort. It was a home. It was ours even if only temporary.
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