“But it’s just a house,” he said, shifting into drive, the frozen picture moving again.
She looked at him. “Your house.”
“No,” he said. “Not anymore.”
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“But it’s just a house,” he said, shifting into drive, the frozen picture moving again.
She looked at him. “Your house.”
“No,” he said. “Not anymore.”
