"I have a specific parking spot, but my car is already there, so maybe—" "But you're entitled to two spots, no?" I interrupt, because that's what I remember. I used to keep two of my cars here, then the rest at home with my mom. "Oh, yeah? I didn't know that," she murmurs. Just out of habit, I drive to what used to be my specific spot, "That's mine. The pink one.""Of course it is," I let out with a chuckle, momentarily distracted. That’s the tiniest car ever, "I hope I never need you to drive me anywhere because I for sure won't fit in there.""It's not that small," she scoffs, then points at the empty spot right next to her, "So, I guess that one also belongs to me, then? Is that why it's always empty? I thought my neighbor was always somewhere else.""Yep," I murmur, then I park there. These are MY old spots, both of them. I stop the car and take a deep breath before turning to her, slowly, "What's your apartment number? Is it 1701?""It is," she responds, her eyes going big as h
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