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After almost two months, I received a message.
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It was from Sofia.
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“I received the documents. The house is still mine. Thank you for solving the situation. I’d like to talk if you’d like that.’
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I’ve read the message three times.
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Then I answered:
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“Yes. Tell me when and where.”
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We met in a small café, close to her university.
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Sofia looked more rested.
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He had his hair trapped in a tail and wore the same old jacket he had put on on our first date.
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When I saw it, I felt the need to hug her.
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But we stayed put.
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- Hi, Sofia.
↓ - Hi, Andrew.
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We sat down.
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For a moment, none of them said anything.
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Then Sofia took out a photo of the bag.
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It was her grandmother’s house.
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I was there last weekend, he said. I stayed for two days and cleaned the garden.
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I smiled sadly.
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I’m glad.
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I don’t know how to thank you for saving her.
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I shook my head.
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You don’t have to thank me. You should never have been put in a position to sell it.
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Sofia agreed.
↓ - I know.
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There was a few moments left with his eyes in the coffee cup.
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“Andrew, I had a long time to think about what happened.
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I waited.
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At first I was so angry, I didn’t want to hear your name anymore. Then I started to wonder if I did something that made you don’t trust me.
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