A Thousand Words

A Thousand Words

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"He could be an axe murderer, you know." At this comment, Imogen stuttered mid-sip, placing her drink onto the safety of the table. "He's my landlord, not a criminal!" "Maybe! But, he's still your landlord that you've never even met." - Imogen Marie Palmer is a fresh-faced young woman who has recently moved to a brand new city full of brand new sights for a brand new job. Everything was coming up sunshine and daisies - everything, except her living situation. The girl had searched for weeks for a place to call home. At one point, she considered abandoning all attempts and settling with a roommate. Those ideas vanished, however, when Imogen found herself falling in love with the top floor of a duplex. The moment the girl asked about the landlord - the person in which she would be living above - the realtor simply stated that he "was a rather withdrawn individual." One night, Imogen invited her friend over for a few casual drinks. A glass or three later, the mysterious landlord came up in the conversation. Little did she know, the person living below her was Wesley Landon Callahan, an emotionally-scarred artist who preferred to keep to himself. What happens to the curious girl and the quiet boy after a late-night, drunken encounter? They say that a picture is a worth a thousand words, so one should start painting.
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