Tucked away in a corner of Florida, there's a tower block that among anything else, isn't that particularly attractive or well located for most people, but the oddly sized and oddly charming apartments are cheap to live in, and the tenants are as expected, a bit different from your average Florida man. 
Where else would there be a unified group of introverts, the laziest local Pd imaginable, a coffee shop run by a narcissistic owner, and a bunch of weirdos? Oh yeah, they're all American Chinese too, which means the arguments tend to be in mandarin as well as English.
(Imagine friends, the big bang theory and Brooklyn 99 mixed together, and that's the story. The cops leave much to me desired for, the nerds don't know human emotions and the coffee is served with a fake smile.)

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With neighbors like these, who needs enemies?

Tallahassee Walmart was usually a quiet, humble branch of the American supermarket chain, staffed by the happy manager Song, his oddly close grumpy employee, a pair of females from god knows where, and his pets, Honey Bug the tabby and Fangyue the fluffy samoyed. It was a place where professors and police officers felt comfortable to practice their native haggling over pre-priced goods, introverts bought enough snacks and instant food to choke a cow because they couldn’t cook, and old ladies came for regular pet therapy. The quiet shop was one of the main reasons people still lived in Tallahassee, considering how crap the police and living accommodations were, if you took the residents of block C as examples of the excellent citizens taking their chance in the poorly built housing. 


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