"It's perfect!"
"For what? Burning?"
Fresh paint could not hide the mildew blooming on the low roof. If the whole thing gave way, at least it would be caught by the dark brown cooker, sparing the gummy vinyl floor from harm. It was a persuasive argument for takeout. The estate agent hovered, looking hopeful.
"What do you win if you shift this?"
"Be nice!" Jezz admonished from the stairway.
Sam toed the matted carpet. "You're wearing shoes in the house, got it?"
Jezz winked at the agent. "This."
"Fake wood panelling?"
Jezz beamed. "I've always hoped you'd chase me upstairs."
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