“Hang on,” Stef said, waving his hands. “I had a lot of whiskey in a very short period of time. Are you saying you’re okay with us moving in together even if I make you move out of your apartment that smells like diesel fumes?” Jeremiah began to approach slowly. “I’m saying let’s buy a house or a farm or an estate or whatever you want.” Stef was nodding and swallowing. “Yeah. Okay. That sounds…fine.” Jeremiah took Stef’s hands. “I’m saying let’s be a family…with our families.” “Oh my God,” I breathed and pulled out my phone to record the moment. “What are you saying, Jer?” Stef demanded. “I’m
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