8

Jackson

After a long day, I came home exhausted and dying to sleep. From work, I went to the gym which was like therapy for me. I undressed and went to the shower to take a shower. I felt the water running down my body, and the image of that unfriendly and beautiful neighbor came to mind. I didn't know for what purpose he invaded my mind out of the blue, maybe it was my conscience that said I possibly caused it. After all, who liked a noisy neighbor? It could also be because I couldn't accept the fact that he was the only person who didn't like me. Like this? It didn't make sense to me.

I finished my shower, dried my body, put on sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I walked to the living room wanting to prepare my dinner and by chance I saw my book. This author was one of my favorites, I liked all of his books and they sent an important message to me. I've always liked reading, since I was a child, so hearing my neighbor comment that I didn't look like someone who read was absurd.

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