N is making an offer on The Hedgehogs while I walk around feeling terrified and trying not to have a panic attack.
“Are you at all scared?” I ask N. “Why aren’t you scared?”
“The only thing that could scare me would be losing you,” N says. “And this is just a house. It’s not scary.”
“Mmmm,” I mumble in agreement, but continue wandering around in terror.

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