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Do You Want to Take a Peek?
Life’s too short for second-guessing.
Everyone in the complex knew to avoid Unit 3C — or, at least, that’s what they would have told you. But one couldn’t help but notice how the men with dogs on leashes would wander in the courtyard just to take a passing glimpse up to see if the blinds were open to reveal the apartment’s inhabitant.
Rumor had it a startlet aged out of her romantic comedies lived there. Her name didn’t matter anymore — was it Wanda? Wendy? Willow? — but all that mattered to the landlord was that her rent had been paid months in advance. Anything else — well, the complaints from the complex’s wives were easy enough to ignore, especially if they wanted handiwork done around their units.
Around midnight? That was when the magic happened.
It’s nothing quite as scandalous as you may be thinking. You pictured a woman standing naked right in front of her open bedroom window, didn’t you? How trite. No, it was a show in the true meaning of the word. You could take the girl out of Hollywood, but you couldn’t take Hollywood out of the girl. Theatrics were probably in her blood, if those pesky rumors could be believed.
Someone might have told her to get a job at a nightclub or a community theater if she still wanted to act out such displays. Maybe then she could…
