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Falcon Square - Apt 206

The place is a bachelor's home all right. The dining room table doubles as a desk, the living room doubles as a bedroom. One back bedroom is stuffed with hastily-packed boxes shoved willy-nilly for storage along with Salvation Army furniture not currently in use. The couch is covered with a bedspread, the non-matching love seat is covered with unfolded laundry and the only dishes that seem to exist are coffee cups. An overused cappuccino machine sits with grounds still soaked and packed. The trash is overflowing with paper plates and plastic cups, and a Siamese cat prowls the apartment eating leftover takeout and microwaveable TV dinners. In the place of honor on a warn, comfy overstuffed leather chair is a glistening baritone sax, well polished but highly scratched and dented. Off into the spare bedroom there is an office proper, complete with desk, filing cabinets and large chalkboard. Butcher paper is piled up on the door, empty mugs on the desk itself and books and shelves have yet to meet. It smells strongly of uncleaned litter box, old coffee and smoke.