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Well, sixty days in and we finally got a place: Terri and I exchange what little cash we have left with our new landlord tomorrow morning. And maybe -as the place isn‘t occupied- he‘ll [*hope-hope*] let us move in early.The weird thing is this is one of the few places Terri and I both liked -I’ve liked everything since our Californian, eh, 'occupation,' but Terri wants, like, plumbing 'an stuff.
“How ’bout this one?” I would ask her.
“It’s a second floor,” she would scowl. “Screechy might fall down the stairs.”
“Kids can be remarkably resilient,” I point out.
"Can you?"
“Okay fine," I concede. "This one seems nice.”
“No,” she would sigh. “It’s in a bad neighborhood.”
“But we would be great Crips," I insist.Terri scowls.
"Okay forget it," I says. "How about this one?”
“That’s a box of Rice-A-Roni with an old sock in it.”
“I like it’s portability frankly," I says. "We could totally drag it into an upscale school district. And once we're 'settled in' I can add on a tomato soup can for when people come visit."
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