Teddy’s gaze locks on the far wall of the shed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I glance around, looking for the source of his displeasure. “What’s wrong?” He points. “There’s only one bed.” I shrug. “I told you it was a tight fit.” Groaning, he rubs two fingers at his temple. “Okay, you’re gonna have to stop saying the words ‘tight fit’ to me, like, yesterday.” “What?” “There’s only one bed, Henrik. A very small, practically twin-sized bed. If I’m on the bed, where are you gonna sleep? I don’t see a couch in here.” He does a half pivot, as if certain he must have missed part of the shed. He
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