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“I don’t know if I have anypast her, entering her apart around

Heather didn’t bother to say thank you She already kneas cute Had deliberatelyPinterest for inspiration followed by e furniture shop in the city She’d wanted a combination of minimalist and Bohemian chic, and she’d nailed it, if she did say so herself

The walls were painted a dark teal, with plenty of original and slightly beat-up-looking canvas prints adding contrast The area rugs were bright and slightly tattered, and intentionally so The white couch was kept fro stark by a handful of bold throw pillows, and a bunch of stubby pillar candles in varying heights covered her coffee table, end tables, and the sill

But the real crown of the room was herseat An actualseat with a view of Central Park

Hell Yes

“Mrs Calvin used to love sitting here,” he said, running a finger over the purple cushion “Although she had an ugly yellow pad”

“Insisted on taking it with her,” Heather said dryly

“I’m sure you were crushed You have no idea how e cheese onto the cushion before the Chihuahua gobbled it up”

Heather refused to engage or be charhbor,” he said, turning to face her “You didn’t even look”

“Fine If it’ll get you to leave”

She stoht when you were so cranky, I thought for sure youperson” He followed her into the kitchen and leaned his foreare door “I see now that that this irritable thing you have going on is ”

“Since you remember last weekend so well, I don’t suppose you also re planner, with Saturdays being est days?”

“Today’s Sunday”

“I know it’s Sunday,” she said, yanking out a carton ofthe door shut as she turned to face him “I know it’s Sunday because I spent all of yesterday on ers’ hands before they could get into a car, and then got felt up by the bride’s drunken uncle”