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Kelsey’s apartment was on the top floor of a small three story building on a busy DC street. She was right - it was just a mile from the club. Of course, just a mile with all of our musical equipment was relative.
When we finally made it up the stairs, Guy was exhausted. And drenched in sweat. He had done all the carrying, leaving Kelsey and I to lose ourselves in conversation during the walk.
“Don’t worry, I have air conditioning!” Kelsey joked as she put the key in the doorknob.
It was a small studio apartment. Not what I was expecting. From the front door you could see the entire space. In one corner, there was a half wall made from lightly frosted glass which I guessed must hide the restroom area.
“It’s not much, but it’s home!” Kelsey said.
“It’s lovely,” I said. “I love the c
