Marietta
Finding a switch wasn't difficult; I flipped it easily and observed the lights flicker unstably. After some moments passed, they became steady.
I looked around at the chaos I was in. I was in the second room of the penthouse. The first room was cleaned up because only I was expected to live there. The second room wasn't in any kind of dirty mess. There was hardly any dust on the surfaces. The issues were the unchanged sheets and the stacks of our belongings.
I had no other option but to move his things downstairs to the store to make this room comfortable for me, just for that night.
It was smaller but sparse enough. The bathroom was clean and pristine. I particularly loved the traditional shower box.
Motivated, I started moving his things downstairs.
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The last set of boxe
