Or the dust has settled... or the fire has been put out.
All the above literally apply. After one long night of burning, a few days of sitting and wallowing, a week and a half of airing out, painting, and carpeting, and twelve or so hours of cleaning, my apartment almost feels like home again. And if I have to move one more time (that will make eight times in the past six months) I will kill someone. Or maybe start a fire. Sorry, too soon.
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It's never too soon to make inappropriate jokes.
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