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The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, golden light across the quaint house on Maple Street. Ariel, the owner of the charming two-bedroom rental, had already been up for hours, preparing for the arrival of her newest tenant. Her house, just a short walk from the university, was a coveted place among students. But Ariel was selective, meeting each prospective tenant in person before making a decision. After a rigorous application process, I had been thrilled to receive the news that I had passed the interview. Tomorrow was my moving day, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. As I approached the house, my heart raced. Ariel was waiting at the door, her warm smile immediately putting me at ease.
