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Yuki glanced at the plastic bag that hung from his wrist, waving back and forth as he walked down the sidewalk. It was going to be another night of convenience store food for dinner. Maybe one of these nights he should sign up for a cooking class. Continuously eating ‘out’ for dinner was starting to get very costly.
He heard a thump behind him and saw somebody setting down a number of plastic bags. Yuki instantly recognized the young man as a fellow tenant at Soleil Apartments. He stared at his own bag. He should help.
He approached the person. “Hello. You live in Soleil Apartments, right? I live there too. My name is Yuki and I’m on the third floor,” he explained. “Would you like some help with your bags?”














