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Chapter Eight
The accident. The next two weeks went fast. I couldn't believe how much stuff was in a small apartment. Jacob was able to take off for those two weeks so we could get moved. His company was actually working in Kryton on the historic church building. It needed a face lift, as Jacob said. His company was the only one crazy enough to tackle the job. Finding replacement boards was the hardest part. Now it's just putting it back together. Jacob and I had ordered all our new furniture from the little store in Kryton. They had all the styles I wanted for the farmhouse. The kitchen table definitely was my favorite. It was all oak with the big round legs and two arm chairs, with benches on both sides. It would fit in with the kitchens knotty pine cupboards but yet stand out. I was finishing u
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