ELEVEN
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wo things were on Pio’s priority list today.
One: Send Erin a “Thank You” ice cream cake to make it up to her for being absent yesterday.
Two: Help Audrey repaint the walls of her apartment.
He would add a third, but it was proving to be a tougher thing to accomplish. It being not get a b***r while holding the chair Audrey balanced herself on so she could paint the hard-to-reach areas near the ceiling. He had volunteered to do it himself (he really did), but she refused to delegate this task and asked him to start working on the kitchen walls instead.
Like he was going to let her balance herself on an unstable monoblock chair. Christ.
“If I had known this would happen I’d have brought a step ladder,” he grumbled, staring so hard at the roller tray by his feet he could bore
