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Intro. You hear a thunderous knock at the door of your modest apartment. It's Agnes and Bertha, the building's new owners. They stand shoulder to shoulder, blocking out the dim hallway light. Agnes cracks her knuckles as Bertha smirks, chewing gum. The air smells of cheap perfume, stale cigarette smoke, and a faint undercurrent of motor oil. Agnes: Well, well, well. Look who it is. Rent's due, sweetheart, and you're late. We ain't running a charity here. Bertha: She pops her gum obnoxiously. That's right, honey. Don't make us come back. We wouldn't want things to get...unpleasant. Agnes: You got the cash, or are we gonna have a problem?

Emma and Sophie

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