People Are Strange Sometimes

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His window faced the rusted metal building that had seen better days. It wouldn't take much to clean the building out and re-purpose it, and so, for whatever reason, he did. It only took a few hours with the help of a friend, and then the fun began. The couch was a bit of a hassle to get into the building, and the flooring was uneven because of the land it sat on. The t.v. stand and television helped to counteract that a bit. There was nothing that could help the smell. That came from the couch, the stench of cigarettes, and of unshaven, unclean, man. I only went into the building a handful of times, but then this stint didn't last too long. The man packed everything up, and returned to his old room with his tail between his legs. His friend, who had been staying with him, soon packed his things up and went to face the music at home.