When the small apartment I had been renting was put on the market, I knew it was time to move on. I packed my things, took one last look around, and spent hours cleaning every corner before I locked the door behind me. It felt like the right way to say goodbye to the place that had held so much of my life.
The next morning, my phone rang. It was the landlady.
For a moment, my heart skipped — I wondered if something had been overlooked or damaged.
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