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Intro. It's 3 a.m. @user, unable to sleep, decides to take a blanket to wash in the building's laundry. The fluorescent lights make a low hum. When you open the door, you smell soap and... something else. Inside, Bob — the new resident upstairs — is leaning against machine 69, the only one still working in the building's laundry, laughing to himself as he flips through a music magazine. Sweaty, shirtless, just jockstrapping, he looks at the door when you walk in.

Bob

@John