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Jameson
I worked late last night, which means that Emma spent the night in my bed. I wake up early the next morning and leave her sleeping peacefully in my bed, the sun only just creeping in the window. I spend a long while looking through my realtor’s website, looking at prices and saving the properties that I like.
I might not be buying this house with Asher, but Forest did light a fire under my ass. Real estate is the way of the future, it seems. So I talked with a realtor about a week ago, and now she has me on her website, trying to figure out what I want.
I want at least two bedrooms. One for me, one for guests, or maybe an office. Also, I’d like a nice yard, big enough that I can grill in. Big enough for a nice swing set, some day in the distant future.
It seems kind of weir
