The walls are thin in this building. It was always a problem: the people next door arguing, the people upstairs clomping around, the couple on the other side fucking or listening to loud music or both. In those days, he was the quiet one. Now the only sound in the building was the faint moans of his now-deceased neighbors.
Now, even with the shag carpeting he stepped as lightly as he could manage, careful not to bump into walls or doorframes, set things down and picked things up with methodical precision. His greatest fear was crying out in his sleep.
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