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Dialo shivered as she looked at the small house before her.

It was in the dead of winter, and she was done with everything. It was too cold for her to fully enjoy anything that was happening, but she knew that she would soon have a fire going, and soon she would have a roommate, whoever the hell that was.

She knocked quietly on the front door, when no one answered, she made her way in with a spare key.

The inside was cold but it felt roomy to her, almost comforting in a way.

She looked around, seeing a stove for cooking and a small fireplace on one of the ends with a large couch sitting in front of it as well as a bookshelf, and a small dining room table.

"Home sweet home.." She mumbled, closing the door firmly behind her before trailing into the kitchen, setting down her things before starting to unpack the food that she had bought before hand.

She hummed quietly to herself as she began to pack away the food into the small fridge, sighing to herself at the state of the house.

It was dark, defiantly in need of some color, and it felt empty and cold.

She didn't like it.

She didn't like it at all..

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 25, 2016 ⏰

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