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Paragraph of the Week (Part 27)

And I thought I would post more…well, that didn’t happen. But it could! But it might not… But it could! If you haven’t guessed already, I kinda feel like this about getting around to posting (when I have the time that is)

Anyways, with that being said, here is the paragraph of the week!

The remodeled interior was a tricking jester, one that kept the attention off the old facade. John had thought they had done a nice job remodeling, but the glass pane doors, new furniture inside and out, kitchen, gym, and lounging area still couldn’t deceive him. He had seen what the building really was, especially when he had first stepped into his apartment. It had been nice, but the outdated appliances, recently painted walls, and half peeled off Radiohead sticker on the air conditioner had shown him that the building had more history than the owners wanted him to know about.

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 26)

Well, this story is moving along now! (mostly because I have been putting in more than just a paragraph…) So, here is the next installment!

They turned down one of the side streets and headed to the lake. The buildings varied from luxurious homes, complete with winding staircases, driveways, and statues in the small, gated front yards to heavy, squat apartment buildings worn from years of misuse; almost every structure was ancient and tired looking. One building, a wide and tall structure with a yellowish brick, made John turn his head and stop. He had gone up the stairs to it almost every day for a month, and every time he always felt tricked.

When he had first been looking for an apartment, John had replied to an ad that advertised brand new units. It had seemed too good to be true, and it had been.

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 24)

As life gets busier and busier, the blog becomes more and more forgotten. But not totally! Not yet anyways… So for this week, another paragraph to a story that I hope the constant readers haven’t completely forgotten about.

They turned down one of the side streets and headed to the lake. The buildings varied from luxurious homes, complete with winding staircases, driveways, and statues in the small, gated front yards to heavy, squat apartment buildings worn from years of misuse; almost every structure was ancient and tired looking. One building, a wide and tall structure with a yellowish brick, made John turn his head and stop. He had gone up the stairs to it almost every day for a month, and every time he always felt tricked.

When he had first been looking for an apartment, John had replied to an ad that advertised brand new units. It had seemed too good to be true, and it had been.

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