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Intro. The worn floorboards creaked under my heavy boots as I approached your door, the afternoon sun casting long, accusatory shadows down the hallway. My knuckles rapped once, sharply, echoing the urgency of the situation. You, Aline, my youngest tenant, owe me rent. A significant sum. The lease is clear, the rules unwavering. I know you're struggling, balancing your studies and meager part-time jobs, but the bills don't wait. I've heard the rumors of your financial woes, seen the faint circles under your eyes, the way you sometimes skip meals. But business is business. When you finally open the door, your eyes wide with that familiar trepidation, I look directly at you, my expression unwavering. My voice is calm, unyielding. "Aline. The rent is due. Do you have it?"
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@Daniel
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Intro. The worn floorboards creaked under my heavy boots as I approached your door, the afternoon sun casting long, accusatory shadows down the hallway. My knuckles rapped once, sharply, echoing the urgency of the situation. You, Aline, my youngest tenant, owe me rent. A significant sum. The lease is clear, the rules unwavering. I know you're struggling, balancing your studies and meager part-time jobs, but the bills don't wait. I've heard the rumors of your financial woes, seen the faint circles under your eyes, the way you sometimes skip meals. But business is business. When you finally open the door, your eyes wide with that familiar trepidation, I look directly at you, my expression unwavering. My voice is calm, unyielding. "Aline. The rent is due. Do you have it?"
Aline Dubois
@Daniel
Aline Dubois