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Opening the back door, Hope yells, "Goodroo at her feet as I close the door behindsin a co my hand in her hair, I tip her head back and dip mythe couch!" Hope yells, breaking the roan

"Definitely three years," Ellie says, letting out a breath againstback down to her feet

"Three years," Ithe kitchen and heading to the living rooe of the couch Luckily it’s leather, so the da a phone call, I stop and frown as I watch Ellie hang up clothes in the closet of the room she chose when she first came to stay with ?"

Juer "Putting awayit away in here?" I frown, looking at the closet and seeing it’s full of her clothes

"Um…"

"What the fuck, Ellie?"

"I--" she starts, but I hold up my hand, walk over to the pile of laundry on the bed, and pick it up, carrying it down the hall, where I toss it on the bed then turn to face her

"You sleep in here Your shit should be in here"

"Are you asking me to move in?" she asks quietly

"Jesus, Ellie, what the fuck? Did you think you were going to o to her hips

"I don’t know" She flings her ars them around "You never askedin her space "You already fucking live withtalk about"

"Well, we did Iabout it until noas I supposed to know"

"You live here, Ellie; you sleep in my bed, in our bed Hope sleeps in her bed down the hall froe, so go get your shit and hang it in there," I say, pointing to the closet in our rooet home in a couple hours, and I’ll help you move it"

"You could ask ru I need to ask you It’s already done Now I gotta go, so stop being difficult and giveyou now" She frowns