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Jean and I made our way up to my apartment, the floorboards of each step creaking beneath our feet. The thought that aside from Sugar, Jean was the first woman to enter my apartment, weighed heavily on my mind as we climbed the steps. The soft light of my living room lit the hallway as we climbed the steps, casting long shadows on the walls as we passed.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said, motioning towards the couch as I made my way to the kitchen. "Do you want some more coffee?"

Her husky voice filled my apartment, bouncing off the walls, "I don't know that that is such a good idea, I didn't do so well with the first mug."

I laughed, "It's quite all right."

"Yes, please." Jean said. ...

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