forget the entire situation.
At exactly 7:04 a.m., I heard a familiar sound.
*Plop.*
I stepped outside.
There it was.
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A freshly used tea bag sitting beside my flowerpots.
I looked at it for several seconds.
Then, strangely, I smiled.
I went back inside.
Made myself coffee.
Sat at the kitchen table.
And started thinking.
By the time I finished my cup, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
Nothing destructive.
Nothing that would get me into trouble.
And definitely no screaming match in the hallway.
I simply needed a way to make him understand that what seemed insignificant from his balcony was becoming someone else’s problem below.
It took me most of that afternoon to get everything ready.
The following morning, I woke up early.
By 6:55, I was already sitting outside.
Coffee in one hand.
My phone within reach.
And absolutely
