I’m not going to dance to my mother-in-law’s tune, and as for the apartment she forced upon us—let her keep it!” I told my spoiled husband.
Artyom placed the last box on the floor and wiped the sweat from his brow. The move was finally over. Svetlana stood by the window, taking in the view of the city center unfolding from the ninth floor. “Can you imagine, now it really is our home,” Svetlana said as she turned to her husband, […]
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