The characters in the story are over 18 years old.
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Lying on the back of the bed, hands resting on the head, eyes staring at the ceiling, the sound of a car running, the sound of people talking loudly through the window in the room. Few new furniture. Being alone in The big city is so lonely and so terrifying.
My name is Jack, age 24 years, 178 cm tall, reddish brown skin. In fact, I was Thai, moved to America with my mother when I was 10 years old. He married people here. Now, both of them have lived in California a long time before calling to talk to him, saying that I'm fine. In truth, both of them told me to stay together, but what to do?
I live in a red 6-story building with a fire escape in the front. I live in the 6th floor, the far left room.
The building I stayed in had only two residents, one with hair and the other being a beautiful Italian woman. Her name was Maria. She had large dark brown hair and plump, round breasts. She had brown eyes. And there was a mole above her lips.
She worked as a waitress in a nearby restaurant. She and I had known each other for about four months. When they first met, she called me to help throw the rubbish away. Maria is a foodie. Bring lasagna or sometimes call to have dinner in the room. It makes us Getting closer.
In the evening while watching TV there was a person knocking on the door. "Knock Knock Knock" rang three times. "Who?" I cried out.
