Rain trickled down the umbrella as I opened the door. My keys jingled back and forth from the ring that held them together. With and armful of groceries, I pushed the door forward and stepped inside. The apartment smelled of warm cinnamon with a hint of roasted nuts. I went over to the counter and set the bags down, grabbing a chair and sitting myself down too. I looked around, for only being here two and a half months, the place was really looking quite well. I closed my umbrella and set it on the counter with the bags. I looked at my surroundings, a beige and black marbled countertop, soft hanging lights, bar stools, and a minimalistic furnished living room. (Not to mention the aloe vera placed near the steps)
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