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the marble floors and the high ceilings that had always felt like a museum.
“It is very small,” Taylor said, his voice quiet. “The kitchen needs new tile.”
“We can lay the tile ourselves,” I said.
He stood up, leaving the folder on the chair, and walked over to where I stood.
“You are sure about this?” he asked. “There will be no more dinners at the Astor.continue reading …
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