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I made myself another drink and kept pacing. He got out his laptop and started playing
Solitaire. I paced even more. Eventually he brought up the subject of dinner. Dinner! Who
could eat at a time like this?
“You know that armoire we saw today?” I blurted out, unable to contain myself a
second longer.
“Which one?” he asked innocently, looking up from his game.
“All of them,” I threw back, exhausted from all the pacing.
“I remember that there were lots of armoires,” he said in his most reasonable tone.
“I think I'm going to buy one of them.”
“Duh.”
“You knew?”
“Let's have chicken.”
I went back to the warehouse the next day and bought three framed prints, a bench, and
an armoire.
It was a moment of supreme triumph.
And although I'm fairly sure it was an unnecessary precaution, I used the nuclear option
and paid for everything myself.
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