[When they enter the room, Devon circles the inside, running her fingertips over the covered armoire and then turns around, grinning. It's probably the best mood she's been in all year. Just having this space is enough. Something she could kind of call her own, something to carve out of the insanity that just happened to her life.]
Perfect. It's better than what I would have hoped for.
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Perfect. It's better than what I would have hoped for.