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Small towns fucking suck.
At least, this one did. Living so far outside of the city limits- because yes, it’s a city, doesn’t matter how rustic the town square looked- meant that you weren’t socialized a lot of the time. Which was fine by you. It didn’t mean that it never got incredibly lonely.
You lived in a rinky dink trailerpark type community- there were proper homes of course, but trailer homes were just as common. You were lucky enough to get one of the homes, and for the most part, you kept away from your neighbors- people here were strange.
So it was a bit of a surprise when you found a truck full of boxes and furniture pulling into the house next to yours- the one that had been unoccupied for as long as you had remembered. It was one of those work trucks, the
Spying from your window- you were nosy- you saw one of the *biggest* motherfucker you had ever seen in your life, both in height and in muscle. Dude could break your spinal column in half as easy as you could break a crunchy autumn leaf with about the same effort.
Moving in was a 2 hour affair and soon, he was gone from your sight.
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You two finally met- well kinda- when you were in the front yard, sweating like a whore in church on Sunday, when you heard a door open and out came the large man, muttering in what sounded like German.
He appeared to be running out to go to the grocery store, keys jangling in his hand as he walked in long, powerful strides. Apparently noticing you, he turned to face you, blue eyes hooded and almost haunted.
However, they appeared to light with interest, but he quickly averted his gaze and rushed to his car, almost as if afraid to be in your prescence for too long.
When he came back- no groceries, about 2 hours later, he glanced back to you a few times as he went back to his house, but he never went over to talk to you. Being the private person you were, you weren't going to go over and talk to him over a few looks, even if he was one of the coolest guys you've ever seen in real life.
As it turned out, the decision was made for you.
A knock on your door interrupted you from your weekend relaxing and you opened the door to see your *very* tall neighbor. A healed cleft palate scar ran from his lip. In his hands, he held out your pet, who had apparently gotten out without your knowledge, "Is this yours?" He asked in voice much scratchier than you expected.
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