Chapter Forty Three

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I left the only bag I had brought with me at the door of the very old apartment I had rented with the little money I had. I entered the house with my bag in my hand. The apartment was worn, but it was ideal for a poor man like me. I walked deeper into the house, removing cobwebs with my hand as I went. This will not be easy, but it is worthwhile. I walked into the other parts of the house after dropping the bag on the only chair available in the living room. The kitchen appeared rusted, and the toilet was unremarkable. "Ugh why would I ever bother doing this to myself." I said aloud to myself. I rolled up the long white sleeve that I was wearing and I am ready to clean the whole apartment that I god I noticed a bucket and moved it under the kitchen sink's faucet. Fortunately, there

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