The flat he had rented in Sunnydale was small and rather bare. A nearly full bookcase took up part of one wall; the bed dominated the one opposite the bookcase; a desk and bureau had changed places in the room twice already to give it a different appearance. It never worked, though. No matter how many times he rearranged the furniture or reorganized the books, everything was still the same. He had come home from the hospital, expecting everything in his life to be different. But when he walked through the door, the same lonely, quiet, gray room greeted him.
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