I Didn’t Think Much of the Young Man Visiting My Elderly Neighbor—Until I Walked Inside and Saw This

Where Nothing Ever Happens

My name is Greta. I’m thirty years old, and I live in a quiet neighborhood on the edge of town, the kind of place where the streets empty out not long after sunset and most people know the names of everyone within three houses of their own. It’s the sort of place where nothing dramatic ever seems to happen.

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