A hard day of labor
The couple wasted no time. Dusting shelves, pulling weeds, taping off corners for fresh paint—the tasks piled high, yet each one felt rewarding. They moved through the house with determination, the weight of ownership pushing them forward. When night fell, they collapsed onto their mattress, still resting on the bedroom floor. Their backs ached, and their hands were raw, but they laughed through the pain. It was exhaustion mixed with joy—the first day of something new.
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