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Five years before the Community
Sara’s own apartment was nice enough, but Eric’s place was downright palatial—much grander and more plush than any single twenty-something really deserved, but who could be surprised? This had always been Eric. The place was just his personality made material.
And material it was. Every gadget she’d ever heard of was tucked away somewhere, including a pile of discarded electronics in the closet, because, as he said, he didn’t want to be wasteful. As if collecting things he would never use didn’t count as waste.
“It’s like ghosts of CES past in here,” Sara said to Emily, who she’d brought along, as Eric led the way back from the closet to the rest of the apartment. Sweeping views to the Bay spun out before them, the city sparkling below.
What floor we
