[For some reason she really couldn't articulate, she did not want to go inside his house. His house was... well, his. It was the core of his family. It was where he'd become the man she'd fallen in love with. And she had this insane feeling that going into it would taint it somehow.
But she recognized it was ridiculous to think that way, and she didn't want to be stuck in this memory forever. There was hesitation as she moved to step up those stairs to the porch, curious despite herself.]
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But she recognized it was ridiculous to think that way, and she didn't want to be stuck in this memory forever. There was hesitation as she moved to step up those stairs to the porch, curious despite herself.]
In the house?