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“I thought there’d be more windows, lots more windows, more light, and the outside painting, it’s like having the Caribbean right here in downtown Cleveland, very pastel but it’s lovely, don’t get me wrong, so much space, wow, look at all of this space—whatever will we do with it?” she asked, twirling around, biting her lip.
“I got it for a song, hon, literally a song, and you hate it, don’t you?” he asked.
“Literally a song . . . oh, you sang Space Oddity, didn’t you?”
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