"What do you think?"
Abby smiled happily. Unwrapping the scarf from her neck, she wandered further into the small apartment. Small but cozy, she thought.
"It's perfect."
Furniture already filled the space, and everything seemed to be in its spot.
"It's only been a year, you know. Are you really sure?"
Abby smiled and held out her hand. "Come here, you idiot."
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
