“Your mortgage has wrung us dry! So get ready — we’re selling the apartment, and you can go figure out where you’ll live,” Igor snapped.
“You do realize we’re going to have to live like roommates now?” Lena threw the words over her shoulder without even looking at Igor. He stood by the window, fidgeting with a pack of cigarettes even though he’d quit a year ago. The cigarettes were old and crumpled, like they’d been saved “for a rainy […]
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