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Dani
I snickered as I thought about Max’s feeble attempt to act impressed by the cheesy tie I’d given him for Christmas. I’d known it would cause that reaction, but he had no idea what I had in store for him. I was ninety-nine percent certain he would love it.
Since he was working, I spent most of Christmas Day puttering around his apartment––make that our apartment––unpacking the boxes I’d retrieved from my studio in Boston and trying to find space to put stuff away.
Rubbing a hand over my favorite, soft purple cashmere sweater in its packing box, I breathed a sigh of relief at once more having my own clothes. It was generous of my mother to share her wardrobe with me after the fire, and I was lucky that we were now the same size, but we had different tastes in fashion.
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