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Chapter 22 - MY NEW HOUSEI bought a townhouse.

Smaller.

No formal dining room.

No space for twenty surprise relatives.

Perfect.

Owen chose blue walls.

Then changed mind to green after paint bought.

Of course.

We painted green.

My father offered money.

I declined most.

Accepted help with moving.

I wanted the house to feel like mine without proving independence theatrically.

Caroline brought gray towels as a joke.

I stared.

Then laughed.

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We used them.

Eventually an object became an object again.

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