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When the door clicked shut, Jason exhaled and slumped against the wall.
I walked over and leaned my head on his shoulder.
“I’m just glad you finally saw it,” I whispered.
We stood there for a moment, just breathing in the quiet.
He finally grinned. “You know, I almost added a note to the TV remote: ‘A good guest asks before switching the language to French.’”

I burst out laughing!
After weeks of tension, our house felt warm again.
And the best part? I haven’t seen a single sticky note since, unless it says “I love you” stuck to my lunch container.
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