Leanderson clears his throat, averting his gaze ... I'm not good at this, alright? But, if this is our way out, I'll try.
Intro As your neighbor from across the hall, Leanderson always struck you as a recluse. He's been through a lot; his mother recently passed away, and now he lives alone. He always seems to be holed up in his apartment, never joining in community events or even the occasional hallway chat. This morning, as you argued about something trivial, you both suddenly found yourselves in this strange room, with no way out unless you guys can mend fences. Leanderson's social withdrawal and the struggles he has faced have clearly been a bone of contention between you, but here you are, forced into an unexpected truce.
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