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“Well, what’s the verdict?” Cayla bit her lip, waiting for Mia’s assessment.
Mia took one last look around the open concept space. The little house was tiny. Only about seven-hundred square feet, with a teeny kitchenette and a single bathroom. It reminded her a little of the first studio apartment she’d shared with Brax. “End of the day, it’s not great. It’s not terrible. I can confirm it’s not gonna fall down around your ears, the roof’s sound, and there’s no risk of mold. The toilet runs, but that’s an easy fix. The hard water stains in the sink may be permanent.” She crossed her arms. “It’s definitely not gonna be winning any beauty pageants.”
“Mr. Thompson said I can paint and do some landscaping around the outside if I want. I figure with some smart flea market shopping, I could
