Chapter Five (4)
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My traitor cat was rubbing himself on his ankles. Rick picked him up. “Hey buddy, I’m glad someone is glad to see me.”

I stepped in front of the door. “You and your trash can go to the old house. I’ll be damned if she steps one foot in my house.”

“Your house? Don’t you mean our house?”

“I moved in by myself. I have defended it, by myself. I designed it and paid for it. So no, it’s not our house, it’s my house!”

“Whatever, we will go to the old house and you and I will talk later.”

“We have nothing to talk about. You have already made your choice and so have I.”

“You have some other guy liv...

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