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"Tall, narrow, and grand, the first house was a Victorian. Once loved by a family, it ended up a college rental. Dylan took it from rundown and abused to grand again. "Could you see yourself living here?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "No," I said softly. "Good. Me either, but I'd have moved in tomorrow if you said yes." Squirming around to face him, I sighed. "You're so whipped." "I know, but only when it comes to you." "It's only fair since you own my heart and could destroy me if you wanted." "Could, but never will," he said, taking my hand. "Let's go look at the midcentury house." "What if I don't like that one either?" Dylan opened the car door and shrugged. "Plenty of houses in Ellsberg that need love. We'll find one and make it ours."
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