Chapter 5
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Later that day, Tarsha walked up to her building, a Brooklyn brownstone that had seen better days. It had been her home since she had finished college. Certainly it was not the fanciest or the largest of apartments, but it was home to her. After losing her parents, she thought that no place would ever feel like home again. Slowly, though, her little efficiency apartment had come to feel like home. It was cozy and she was surrounded by her artwork, able to create whatever and whenever she wanted.
She hand hung a curtain to turn the large main room in to two smaller ones, making her very own studio. A little nook off the room served as her own little library and a larger nook served as her bedroom. It was not large enough for a full bed, so instead she had placed a mattress on
