May 5, 2024 20:30:58 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville|Ms Madi]
She had cleaned and organized a guest room, making it less of her personal taste. And something a twenty-five-year-old could enjoy. Esther kept neutral in color, with the option to jazz it up. But they would have to deal with her personal taste outside of their personal room.
A jazz record played softly as Esther was finishing cleaning up. Her poodles barked once, signaling there was someone at the door. The older woman made her way over and peeked through the door to see the young man and his father standing there. She opened the door, to see a moving truck in her driveway. “Hello, hello,” she greeted. “Please, come on in! I did my best to make it easy to move things. Can I get you anything to drink, eat? It was a bit of a drive, no?”
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
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sther was surprised when a member of the family reached out about their son moving in with her. Maybe she had complained too much about it? Either way, she wasn’t about to say no either. She was indeed lonely, and with her brother traveling for work – Esther needed someone. She had cleaned and organized a guest room, making it less of her personal taste. And something a twenty-five-year-old could enjoy. Esther kept neutral in color, with the option to jazz it up. But they would have to deal with her personal taste outside of their personal room.
A jazz record played softly as Esther was finishing cleaning up. Her poodles barked once, signaling there was someone at the door. The older woman made her way over and peeked through the door to see the young man and his father standing there. She opened the door, to see a moving truck in her driveway. “Hello, hello,” she greeted. “Please, come on in! I did my best to make it easy to move things. Can I get you anything to drink, eat? It was a bit of a drive, no?”
