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The morning was just a constant repetition of trying to be a better salesperson than Chris. He'd even wagered he could get more completed than me, so it made the hours go by a little faster.
Since last year, I'd been asked to do the bookkeeping as well.
The bed springs squeaked. I expected him to come around to stand by me.
Slower but with no less intensity than before.
"Holly!" Chris turned off the water and climbed into the tub, too, gathering me in a towel.
From our pasts.