“More boxes, eh?” John says, as he wanders through the ruins of our living room with his morning coffee. A shipment of glass came in earlier this week, and while we have plans to reorganize the house into something livable in March, our current market schedule makes those plans impossible to implement right now, which leaves us surrounded by stacks of large cardboard boxes as tall as Katie.
“Yeah, sorry we wrecked the place,” I say apologetically.
“It’s okay, I mean, it is your house,” he says with a shrug.
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