Too few items
On Saturday, moving day arrived. Their modest belongings fit easily into the vast space, barely filling a corner of the living room and one upstairs bedroom. The emptiness of the house made their furniture look almost toy-like. But it didn’t matter. They finally had room to grow, to breathe, to create a life. Rose set her desk by the bay windows, while Arthur unpacked tools, eager to begin. The house, for once, buzzed with promise.
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