Vista Pines
By uppishcarrot. Alex had always hated the parking at Vista Pines. The complex had been built in the eighties, when developers still believed one spot per unit was generous. Now, with every couple owning two cars and half the tenants running side-hustle delivery gigs, the lot was a nightly war zone. Alex usually circled for twenty minutes, cursing under his breath, before wedging his Civic into whatever half-space was left. Emily never complained; she just took the subway
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