We moved into our new flat today. We went in the morning to the estate agents to pick up the keys. On the way she said she didn't want to live with me. My response was a kind of shrug of the shoulders: 'It's too late now, we have to do it.' Trapped. We'll just have to suffer for six months or so.
My dad and my brother came to help us move in. She had to go to work and left us to it. We traipsed up and down to the fifth floor or whatever it was, me traipsing with barely hidden despondency.
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