“Yes, Oliver, I want to move in with you. I want you to be annoyed that I turn that nice chair in the corner of your room into my clothes chair and that I stack piles of books on the nightstand by the bed and that I only do dishes when the sink is full.” “And you can be annoyed that I don’t hit the snooze button and I run every morning at the exact same time and I eat the exact same thing for breakfast regardless of my feelings.” “That is pretty annoying,” I said. “But I’m already used to all that.” He kissed me softly. “You’re good for me.” I laced our fingers together. “I get to use your
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