The apartment...
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βThank you, Mitch. For everything youβve done and helped us with. If itβs really all right with you, weβd love to stay here until we can go back to the houseβ¦β she clears her throat, βor figure something else out.β β£β£β£
A smile pops on my face. A big one, making my cheeks hurt, and I remember that I look kinda scary when my smile is this big, so I close my trap. I place the key in her hand. β£β£
βMy pleasure, Delia.β β£β£β£
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