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What happened to just the two of us? (Adam John Schexnayder - Crowley, La)

We arrived at his apartment.  It was on the second floor.  The apartment building had a rustic, fire house sort of feel.  It was about four stories high with ruby red brick.  The side walk had designated parking spots for each apartment.  He carried my bags.  I only had a carry on.  He never did let me do much for myself.  When he opened the door the first thing I saw was the most beautiful apartment in the world.  It was very spacious.  The hallway to the living room had paintings, mirrors, and decorations that all seemed to flow together like a river of perfect design.  Chris could not have put together this apartment.  And he would never hire someone to design.  A woman definitely designed this apartment.  Actually, a woman definitely lived here.  There was a purse on the coffee table.  Before I could finish my thought, a tall slender black woman walked from the kitchen and lit up at the sight of us two.

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