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His name

“It’s the girl from across the hall.”
“The one in the elevator?”
“Yeah, sorry about that…”
“Why are you outside my door?”
“I need to talk, it’s cold out here, can I come in?” I didnt wait for an answer I barged my way into the room and was immediatley embraced by the warm heat.
“So what can I do for you?” He sarcastically gestured to the apartment, which was can I tell you, B-E-A-UTIFUL.
“You can tell me your name.” I sat down on the couch, and made my myself comfortable.
“Eric, and yours is….”
“Rory.”
“Nice name, and why did you come here again?”
“I needed to talk to some one, and that someone needs to be you.”
“Lucky, lucky me.” he shrugged and started the process of making coffee. “So start talking.”

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