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house, he said.
The farmhouse in Tuscany, the one from Montepulciano. I’ve been working on it for 6 months. It’s ours, Ash. It’s done.
I covered my mouth with both hands. The tears came fast and hot. But here’s the thing, he said, and his voice dropped. I don’t want anyone to know.
Not yet. Not my mom. Not Brenda, not the neighbors, nobody. I’ve seen continue reading …
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