It was perfect description of old town charm. I had fallen in love with it when we came to surprise Andy but all lit up at night with the twinkling of Christmas lights, it was magical. Atlas hadn’t said anything more about what Felix had told him and I didn’t ask. I knew he would tell me all in time. He had put the box on the nightstand as we showered and changed for the night. Neither of us had touched it; I think he was a little afraid to. When I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas Atlas was sitting on the bed spinning the box in his hands. “I was waiting for you.” “I know, for twenty five years.” I smiled sweetly at him as I climbed in bed. “And every life before.” “Good answer,” I bumped his shoulder, “We going to open it?” “You do it.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah,”
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