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Apartment 209 is an enchanted place.
It is the type of Sunday that scares Spring back into its hiding place. But I can pretend that, in my little apartment, I've allowed Spring to take refuge in secret under my floorboards. We spent the day together, curled up with guinea pigs and eating Easter bread. I told stories of Pittsburgh and its army of robots that come out of the concrete at night.
