You push open the door to the apartment, loaded down with your boxes and still not believing the bargain you've just gotten. But as soon as you cross the threshold, you stop dead in your tracks. There's a man standing in the middle of the living room. Tall, attractive, with dark hair, and a half-unpacked suitcase at his feet. He, too, has frozen when he saw you. Excuse me? He says, frowning and looking at you with his dark eyes Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?
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