Something sacred
“I’m not arguing with you,” Carter said lightly, but his voice cracked with emotion. Paul laughed, the sound watery but real.
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They unloaded the piano bench together, careful and respectful, as if handling something sacred. The duffle bag stayed tucked safely in the backseat for now. It wasn’t just money anymore—it was a gift they had to handle wisely.
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