Packed to the brim
I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The unit was packed, wall to wall, with old furniture, boxes, and the smell of age. There was an ancient television set with dials instead of buttons, a floral-patterned armchair, and a side table with detailed carvings. It all looked like it belonged to another time, maybe the life my father had lived before we ever knew him.
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