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today's first story.

Now, today's first story comes from Virtual Fly 4-632, who says, am I the asshole for telling

my neighbors that I don't care for their living situation?

I know the title sounds bad, but

hear me out. I recently relocated to Orlando from Miami. I moved to some apartments that most

would consider really nice, not high end or anything, but definitely nice. Miami was just too

expensive, which is the reason for my move.

So, because I work from home and I have two dogs, I wanted to get a two-bedroom apartment.

One that can be an office that I can work from and one for me to sleep.

After having my office in the same room, I slept in my last home, still live with my mom.

It felt suffocating like if I never got to escape work.

This has been much better for me mentally and I feel like I'm actually leaving work after I

closed my laptop. So I've been here for about a month and recently saw a family moving in.

I'm very introverted so I didn't introduce myself or anything.

The only time I really ever have contact with anyone is when someone is walking their dog at the same time I am and our pups want to say hello to each other.

Very quick small talk and then we're on our way.

Today as I was going back inside after walking my dogs I saw the wife and I just gave a friendly smile.

Nothing more. I decided I should throw the trash out before I clock in for the day just to get it

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