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George stumbled across the streets of Bucharest chuckling as he looked for his friends apartment. He climbed up the fire escape and looked between a few windows. Which one was his friends? Was this even the right apartment building. He looked around and swore it was the one on the left, at least his drunk mind swore it. He shoved the window open and stumbled into the apartment building.
He frowned glancing around, it didn’t look like he remembered it. He’d have to ask his friend in the morning what he had changed. But currently he didn’t care all too much. He was drunk and exhausted to be short. He stumbled to the couch and dropped onto it shutting his eyes. Just as he did he got a sort of sinking feeling that he was being watched and sat up his eyes squinting into the dark of the apartment.











