02-26-2009, 01:55 AM
The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he sensed someone reaching for him. Since becoming as poor as he was, he had been mugged several times and had developed a sense for when someone was grabbing for him. He skipped forward several steps, putting several more feet between them and quickly going up the front stops of a building and punching in the code for the door.
Once inside he made sure that the door shut behind him without letting anyone through, then went down the hall and up the stairs to the fourth floor, where he let himself into his apartment and was greeted by his brown tabby cat.
He fed her and then pulled down a can of vegetables, opened it, poured them into a bowl and put them in the microwave for his dinner.
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