It took Juliet a moment to realize where she was when she woke up. The room was too small, the bed too narrow, and the light ... the light was distinctly not flattering
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Twenty years and some healthy growing further apart later, and Jeremy still wasn't much for knocking on Juliet's door. Not when the door was cracked, and he could just open it and poke his (already slightly, if stylishly, graying) head in.
Really, it would have stunned Juliet if he had knocked. He got a distracted smile as she adjusted her scarf in the mirror. "I think so," she said. "At the time I saw it as a grand adventure in living like a 'real person' remember? I don't know how we fit."
"As far as I cab remember, we barely did," Jeremy mused as he slipped into the room and took a look around. "Was it good for us? I don't know if I want Leo to have to live in a matchbox like this when he goes to school."
"Colette's going to go to a day school in the city," Juliet decided firmly. "I don't think coming here was awful, and it taught us tolerance and all of that, but I think being hidden away like this was very bad for my self-esteem."
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"Did we really used to live here?"
In these tiny, tiny rooms.
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It had since rebounded and then some.
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