Chapter 11

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Mason sat down not knowing what to do next. He looked at the Christmas tree and smiled at the memories. Mason began to clean everything that was left. The blankets, the pillows, the left over cookies and everything that reminded him of the past few days. It was over. What was supposed to be the best Christmas of the year was now the loneliest. He plopped down on the couch sighing. That's when he heard a knock on the door. He got up and answered it to see Mr. Markwins standing there. "She's gone isn't she?" He asked. "How'd you know?" "I could hear her excitement from all the way in my bathroom." He laughed. "Why?" He followed up. "Why what?" Mason said in return. "You're just gonna let here leave like that? C'mon son." He said. Mason fell silent. Mr. Markwins sighed in disbelief. "Man, and I was betting with Mrs. Arson from upstairs that you two would be a couple. Was gonna use the money for bingo night." He said walking back into his apartment. Mason closed his door and looked aimlessly at the floor, thinking. Then it hit him. He needed her...

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