Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried.
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“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily.
I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.
“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always.