Part 5:
link He opens the door and she walks in. His apartment is clean, but mostly empty.
“Well, this is certainly… Spartan,” she says.
“Hey, at least I have real furniture. Some of the guys at the firehouse have lawn chairs in their living room.” He takes his shoes off and places them on a mat just inside the door. Gwen follows suit.
Okay, he has a no shoes in the house rule, she thinks, smiling, but then she remembers his occupation.
Oh. Soot. “You’re kidding.”
“Wish...
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