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My mouth dropped and I stared at him, stunned. I couldn’t think of a coherent response
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“I won’t be happy wherever we move. So you make the decision, and at least you’ll be happy”
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"I ask You to please accept what I feel is my mesirus nefesh. Please help me through the process and be with me. I can’t do it alone”
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“I have an interested buyer for your home. Can he come look at your house?”