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"'re moving"  you gasp, your voice crackling with disbelief.  


"Yeah, sorry I thought I mentioned that to you.  So really, thank you so much for your help.  It will be alot easier to sell the place with some fresh paint on the walls.  Especially in your perfectly chosen color" he says with a wink.


"Um....sure....your welcome"  you manage to squeak out.  


He hugs you again and turns to walk toward his car. 


"I'll keep in touch" he calls waving his finger in the air, but not turning around.  You watch him climb onto his motorcylcle and speed away.  


You stand there for a moment.  Still in shock.  Your dreams of possibilities seem to evaporate in the warm sun.  Your shoulders slump and you climb back into your car.  

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