I point to the words scrawled on the box in pink marker. They’re mine for work, I hurriedly add.įor work? Now he doesn’t fight the laugh trying to escape when he teases me about having them, and a few of the other guys join in. You stole them? Paul gives me a teasing smile. 'They’re not my stuffed animals.' I know having boxes of stuffed animals doesn’t help with the age thing. Those two things together and people always think I’m younger than I am. His eyebrows pull together and worry etches his face.

Never thought to ask someone’s age before I moved them. You’re eighteen, right? Paul looks me up and down. What’s in that box, air? Paul laughs from beside me. I almost nailed the guy right in the face. It tips over and one of the movers grabs it before it hits him in the head. I can help, I try again but catch my foot on one of the boxes. It doesn’t help matters that my parents are downsizing and let me have my pick of a lot of stuff before they move. I don’t need a lot of space, but somehow I have a lot of things. It can work as both a bed and sofa since the one bedroom I have is going to be my office. He points to my daybed that’s set up in the living room. Thank me by parking yourself in a chair until we’re done here.

He lets go of my shirt when he sees I’ve got my feet back under me. His name tag reads Paul and tells me he’s the owner. Thanks, I tell the older man, who looks like my great uncle John on my dad’s side. Jesus, kid, the guy says as he gives my shirt a good yank and puts me back on my feet. One of the movers grabs me by my shirt right before I face plant onto the ground for the second time this afternoon. My phone slips out of my hand and goes flying into the air. 'C an you put that on there?' I point to where I want the next batch of boxes to go before I trip right into one and almost fall over it.

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