“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, absolutely. We’ve been together for two years now; it’s about time.”
The apartment was small, she thought. Ridiculously small, in fact, and their boxes were filling it to the point where it was a squeeze just to get in the front door. Was this really the best they could do?
From the bedroom she heard him cursing, and sighed. Yes, she loved him, and yes, he was an angry pain in the ass. “What is it now?” she called.
“I can’t find it,” he called back. “I remember putting it in one of my bedroom boxes, and it isn’t here!”
“What are you even looking for?”
This was starting to give her a headache. “Your toothbrush? We can buy a new one.”
“No! It’s a waste of money.”
This wasn’t a conversation she was going to continue, and she turned back to her own boxes. They were going to have to get rid of a whole lot of stuff, and it was probably going to be mostly her stuff. She was a little worried when he realized how many boxes were filled with her clothes. And shoes.
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