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What Do You Suppose Will Happen?

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An hour later, I was back in my apartment. On the way home, Alex and I had taken the trolley, and I had been given the opportunity to explain everything to him. He was more than thrilled with my discoveries, but he had quite a few questions along the way. "If you move into the Deangelo manor," he had asked, "What do you suppose will happen to the apartment?" I shrugged. "To be honest, I 'm not having any trouble keeping up with the payments on it. You could still live in it by yourself, if you want to. Then, you can do whatever the heck you want with awkward lunch dates and all that stuff and you don 't have to worry about me. Though, I still think that it 's a good idea to have me inspect whoever you 're considering dating." He snickered. "True, you have a better idea for character than I do." Now that we were finally inside of the apartment, Alex had headed off into the kitchen area to prepare the two of us some lunch. He was making boxed macaroni and cheese with cubed ham, one of my very favorite things to eat. As for myself, I was on top of the hammock, gently pushing off of the wall with my booted foot and rocking back and forth. I had my phone up to my ear, waiting for Anastasia to pick up on my phone call. Suddenly, a smile filled my face. I heard her bright voice on the other end. "Tod Washington!" she chirped, happy as a lark. "I haven 't talked to you for a whole week, I was getting worried, you moron!" I chuckled. "I 'm not really that much of a moron, am

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