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Oz sat by his newly bought table with a full-fledged meal on his table. He stared at it with pursed lips. He knew he had made more then. He should have just because Natalia told him to. 

"Should I offer it to the neighbors?" He thought and then took a deep breath because he seemed to have no other idea for the food than to share it with the neighbor next door. Oz got up and picked up the new set of crockery and packed up the extra meal. He then went for a shower and fixed his clothing before heading out of the house. 

The apartments in the building were more like penthouses and each floor had only two making the next-door neighbor his one and only neighbor.