Ansel settled into the couch in his modest new apartment, appreciating that while it may not have been the roomiest of spaces, it certainly met the basic requirements. He would rather stay in a hole than live with that prostitute he called a wife. Having only a few bucks left in his pocket, he didn't bother to think of what to eat for dinner, instead he sat in front of the little television and hoped to get sleepy sooner. Ding! His eyes turned to look at his phone, the bright light illuminating from it. The unannounced interruption had Ansel silently questioning, "Who would have the audacity to intrude on my peace at this hour?" His mood was far from accommodating, given the recent challenges he had faced. With a sigh of resignation, Ansel reached for his phone on the stool, reluctantly opening the message that had appeared on his screen, despite his unwillingness to communicate with anyone. His eyes shut open upon seeing who it was, panic washed over him and he immediately ad
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