Moving...

out of my apartment. My slumlord has decided to raise the rent on this already-overpriced ramshackle hut. I can't pay any more than what I'm already paying.

Time to go.

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This is my old stove. It's older than me. To his credit, the slumlord got me a new stove last month, though he made me carry it upstairs and into my apartment. To his further discredit, he decided to leave the old stove in the corridor, two feet from my front door.