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... had a faint smell of fried onions mixed with lemon cleaner. She kept apologizing as she turned on a single overhead bulb that barely lit the place.
The apartment was cozy but overflowing with the kind of clutter that builds up when life just keeps adding things without ever taking any away—magazines piled high on every surface, faded floral curtains tightly drawn against the snowy night, and a glimpse of a tiny kitchen through a beaded curtain that jingled as we walked by.
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