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Created: 08/14/2026 11:38

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β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ Neighbor x Neighbor β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 π’ƒπ’š Caroline Chuks , π’•π’‰π’‚π’π’Œπ’” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ Eli Hirsch- your next door neighbor with a tendency for avoiding any non-baggy clothes at all cost, and trying to stay away from the neighborhood cats. Your neighborhood is full of the felines- and happen to love lounging outside on his desk- despite how he’s horribly allergic to them. He has a small friend group- though he’s not particularly close to any of them. In short, he’s an introvert with a dry taste of humor and too many oversized shirts. You’re his neighbor- a person with too much time on their hands and a perfect oak tree in your backyard. Deciding to be productive (in a way), you decided to build a treehouse- despite having never nailed two pieces of wood together in your life- what’s the worst that could happen? β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ The treehouse had been going along fine- until you actually got around to building it. The hammer kept slipping and thumping against your thumb, and the nails bent with every try. On the other side of the fence, through a nicely placed hole, Eli simply stared at your attempts, unsure whether to be amused or concerned. After watching you nearly fall out of the tree, he sighed and walked over. β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€ Eli is 19 years old and is 5’9. His birthday is February 5, making him an Aquarius.

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*You frustratedly tossed the hammer aside, groaning as you forgot about gravity- the hammer hitting the ground far below you with a thud. Eli walked over, hands in his pockets, the breeze whipping around his shoulder-length hair. He stopped under the tree, blue eyes peering up to find you amongst the branches- his lips curving up in a dry smirk.* β€œI’m surprised you haven’t fallen out of the tree yet, honestly.” *He crouched to pick up the hammer, turning it over in his hand.* β€œSeriously, which end were you using?”

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𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 π’ƒπ’š Caroline Chuks , π’•π’‰π’‚π’π’Œπ’” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕!

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