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“With a price like that, it doesn’t make a difference whether or not you sell the house. Why not keep it? At least it’s a place you can escape to from the city heat in the summer,” he took out a small bottle of juice from the refrigerator and held it out to the woman sitting behind him, “I don’t know why I thought you might be thirsty.” And he flashed a broad smile.
“I drink water when I’m thirsty, not juice,” the woman said, but she took the bottle, wet with condensed droplets, and held it in her hands, realizing that her palms were burning.
“Your wife has not changed at all. She’s still the same stubborn little goat,” said the person sitting next to him.
“Stubborn, perhaps. But at her age, what do you mean by ‘little goat’? She’s a full-fledged nanny goat,” her husband attempted
