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he asked, his voice full of concern. We spent the next few minutes talking about the lawsuit. I updated him on the latest developments, the stress I was under, and the kids' reaction to everything. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and support. We also chatted about his job and the exciting things happening at Paris Fashion Week. "I also wanted to tell you about the new neighbors," I said, stirring a pot on the stove. "The Morris family moved in next door. They seem nice, and they have kids around Zenith and Zendaya’s age."

I asked the cold, dry morning air. It was almost winter, so the air was getting colder. It was pretty quiet in this place. The closest neighboring house to Richard's house was about 400 meters away. I haven't seen a single person since I started to reach the nearest neighbor's house. This neighborhood is quiet, but if it's too quiet, it's also creepy. The longing for Richard that was hard to explain came back to me. I held my cell phone in my hoodie pocket and sighed long. The combination of longing and Richard's distinctive scent made me decide to try contacting Richard.

Late spring brought unforeseen news that would put the family's adaptation to the test in a whole new way: their long-time neighbours, the elderly Hendersons, announced they were moving to an assisted living facility, leaving them thinking who would purchase the house next door and how new neighbours would affect their established patterns. "The Hendersons have been such amazing neighbours," Grace stated as she watched the moving truck loaded. "I hope whoever moves in next will be equally polite." "Will the new neighbours have kids?" Phoebe asked, quickly thinking about potential playmates.

My phone had three notifications by the time I got back to the dorm. The first was from my mother, which was a photo of our neighbor's new puppy with the caption he visited today and I gave him a piece of cheese and now I understand you people with pets. My mother had resisted the concept of pets for my entire childhood with the energy of someone who had made a philosophical decision and intended to keep it. The fact that she'd given the neighbor's puppy cheese and was now, apparently, reconsidering her position was the kind of small domestic shift that felt, at four hundred miles away, enormous.

My heart skips at the memory of how my handsome neighbor swooped in at exactly the perfect moment. Arnold Brighton is always saving me. Maybe it’s because of the proximity. Maybe that’s why he always has my back whenever I need him. We do live in a small town, after all. Heck, we live on the same damn street. But, I don’t see any of my other neighbors checking in on me. Mowing my lawn. Fixing my porch railing. Raking the leaves infall. Bringing me candles and firewood during a power outage on New Year’s Eve.

“The neighbor. I heard him shifting around upstairs. You’re going to take it. All of it.” Emma’s eyes widened. The house was old, the walls porous. The neighbor Mr. Harlan, the retired accountant who had lived next door for ten years sometimes checked on them if the lights stayed on past midnight. She could picture him sitting at his kitchen table right now, the thin drywall between their houses carrying every sound. The thought made her pussy clench around Mark’s cock. The plug vibrated faintly against his length, adding pressure.

A man in black walked out from the house opposite mine and collected the car keys from Axell. “Welcome, sir. I will take the car inside” He got into the car and drove into the apartment opposite mine. Okay, what the fuck is going on? “I guess we are neighbors, Miss Avery. Feels good, right?”

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.