Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
The house is practically perfect, Anne decides. It may have had something to do with seeing the house right before sunset, when the last lights of day are drifting through the windows at just the perfect angle. She hasn't grown up so much that she can't see the flecks of dust in the light dancing around and not pretend they're tiny fairies and pixies, welcoming her, dancing for her. She stands still, afraid that if she moves even the tiniest bit that they'll be frightened and dance away. For the moment she just sits, content to enjoy the show.
Gilbert finishes touring the rest of the house, as enthusiastic as Anne.
"Is there a single thing you would change about it, Anne girl?" Gil asks, picking her up and swinging her around by the waist. She smiles at him, trying to convey everything she's feeling. She thinks it must work, because he smiles back and tells the owners that they'll take it.
Later that night, they're walking home - taking the long, scenic route, of course - when a thought strikes Anne.
"Gil, we should have a breakfast nook! The house just exudes a romantic feeling, don't you think? The only thing missing is darling little breakfast nook, where we can sit and you can read the paper and I'll write and it'll be perfect, won't it?" Gilbert laughs, and reaches over to place a kiss on Anne's temple. She knows he'll give in, and is already planning out which wall to knock down. It's not their first house together, and it may not be their last, but for now, the little place looks like home.
Gilbert finishes touring the rest of the house, as enthusiastic as Anne.
"Is there a single thing you would change about it, Anne girl?" Gil asks, picking her up and swinging her around by the waist. She smiles at him, trying to convey everything she's feeling. She thinks it must work, because he smiles back and tells the owners that they'll take it.
Later that night, they're walking home - taking the long, scenic route, of course - when a thought strikes Anne.
"Gil, we should have a breakfast nook! The house just exudes a romantic feeling, don't you think? The only thing missing is darling little breakfast nook, where we can sit and you can read the paper and I'll write and it'll be perfect, won't it?" Gilbert laughs, and reaches over to place a kiss on Anne's temple. She knows he'll give in, and is already planning out which wall to knock down. It's not their first house together, and it may not be their last, but for now, the little place looks like home.
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