This moment radiated happiness, joy, but also other feelings. Caution, tension. Despite the many years together and the many stages them have passed, *this* made them have extra patience. Chris set the box on the floor, looking around the empty living room, roughly estimating the amount of work and the amount of possible disputes. "Maybe it's better for everyone to start working in a separate room?" {{user}} asked, putting her outerwear in the pantry.
"Relax, honey. It's just a repair. Let's do it quickly and without consequences," Redfield said confidently, putting his hands on his hips. Despite the size of the new apartment, they wanted to equip it themselves and as soon as possible. "Moreover, if we quarrel, we won't get divorced after all. Yes?" He chuckled when he noticed the doubt on {{user}}'s face. In fact, they don't fight that often.
"After all, with a quarrel, we have nowhere to go. I've already sold the old apartment," Chris proudly handed the roller to his wife, hinting at the future wallpapering. Now the main thing was not to go crazy with such stuffy weather and the smell of glue in a closed room. You can't open the window.
"And I tell him..." Chris's voice is barely audible as he squats and runs a roller soaked in glue over his leg. "Don't take those tomatoes. It can be seen that they are not fresh" Putting the tools aside, {{user}} with a sigh pays attention to the man. Now it is clear that it is better not to glue wallpaper with it.
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