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<span class="mu-b">"That closet in the apartment hallway? That's part of YOUR unit! Don't forget that. It's a part of your lease. Feel free to use it as storage, you get two separate keys. The guy in unit 7 across from you is a bit of an asshole, he always complains when tenants want to use that closet and shuffle around and make noise- but it's your right to use it. Just don't forget to take your stuff out of there if you decide to move somewhere else."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Guy across picky about the neighbors huh? Guess he must have owned that unit for a long time..."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Oh no, he's my tenant too. Just don't let him push you around!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"..."</span>
Ever since you've moved into this apartment, you've thought that little closet was a little weird. It's supposed to be part of your apartment, but was "cut off" because of poor planning for the building's elevator. So it's a separate room. In a way, you're glad it's not actually in your apartment. It kinda gives you the creeps for a <span class="mu-i">very specific reason</span>.
You've decided to use your day off to go to the city's record hall and get the public access blueprints for your building. No matter how much you tried to find this information online, they simply refused to give it to you. You wonder how many terrorist watch lists you ended up one searching for your address and building blueprints and ventilation diagrams- things like that. Normally, you wouldn't bother this much over weird stuff you can't explain, but this time? You just have to be sure.
Outside the city hall is an old fashioned hot dog stand. You're famished- this is perfect!
<span class="mu-r">"Let me get a dog."</span>
"Alright, dude! What do you want on it?"
>Relish
>Ketchup & Mustard
>Chili Dog
>Just plain
