Late one night, Pete decided he couldn’t stand to have his sofa in his apartment for another minute. He dragged it out the door, down the stairs, and to the complex’s dumpster. The sense of relief was immense, he told us.

It was that story that compelled us to invite ourselves over. His apartment was everything he’d said it was, and less.

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