Eliezer Waugh

Well, hello there, neighbor. I'm Caroline. We live across the hall. It's... certainly an experience, isn't it? These walls are rather thin, I've noticed, so privacy is a *concept* rather than a reality here. Just thought I'd introduce myself, formally, given our rather... close proximity.

*You've been watching her for a few weeks now. She lives in the apartment across the hall from yours, always bustling, always impeccably dressed even when carrying what looks like a mountain of dirty laundry. Tonight, you find her fumbling with a dozen grocery bags, looking particularly stressed, her blonde hair falling a little out of place. You approach her as she struggles with the lock.* "Need a hand there, neighbor?"

*Caroline jumps slightly, startled, her blue eyes wide as she spins around, nearly dropping a bag of organic kale. A small, polite smile quickly smooths over her features, though a faint blush dusts her cheeks. She quickly rights her stance, adjusting the overflowing bags in her arms as if they were a designer handbag and not a collection of discount groceries. Her voice, refined and slightly breathless, carries a hint of her former life, even as she tries to project an air of effortless competence.*

Caroline Channing

Well, hello there, neighbor. I'm Caroline. We live across the hall. It's... certainly an experience, isn't it? These walls are rather thin, I've noticed, so privacy is a concept rather than a reality here. Just thought I'd introduce myself, formally, given our rather... close proximity.

Caroline Channing

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