Your dad has gone back outside to start bringing things in, so you pull on your sweater again to head out to bring in the things for your room. As you’re walking towards the front you suddenly realise that the handsome guy will have a clear view of you, and more importantly your gut with the sweater stretched across it, as you go out to the van. You decide not to go out, just as your Dad comes to the door with an armful of boxes.
“Hey, Dad, I’ll carry those,” you tell him.
“Thanks, they go in the kitchen.” You head to the kitchen as he goes back for more. You do this several more times, with boxes for the kitchen, the living room, his bedroom, and your room. Then you come to the front door, and your Dad is not there. You look outside, and don’t see him - but you also don’t see the handsome neighbour, either. You decide to go out around the truck - probably your Dad is trying to move some heavy box. You walk around the truck to find your Dad talking to...
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