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The Man on Five by Gavin Kent Henry didn’t particularly like any of his new neighbours, but he had a special antipathy for Dustin, the man on five. He stank, for a start, his odour lingering in the elevator for hours after he’d used it. He smoked weed wherever he felt like it, carried out loud…

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The Man on Five by Gavin Kent Henry didn’t particularly like any of his new neighbours, but he had a special antipathy for Dustin, the man on five. He stank, for a start, his odour lingering in the elevator for hours after he’d used it. He smoked weed wherever he felt like it, carried out loud telephone conversations in the stairwell, and blasted music day and night. He was, in short, a daily irritant, making Henry’s newly straitened life even more unpleasant than it already was. https://shotgunhoney.com/fiction/the-man-on-five-by-gavin-kent/