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For all their claims to culture and civility, artistic types can be terribly messy. Jack had anticipated this, really. He just hadn’t anticipated the extent of their messiness. He’s thankful that his house is so small and refuses to think of the mess he’d have to clean if it were larger.
He’s also thankful he has Ann to help him.
Thankful and nervous. There’s been something on his mind all night, all week, all year. It is why he brought the box that is currently in his pocket. Now that they are alone, he cannot keep the it to himself anymore. Not this year, anyway.