The last guests drift down the drive. Yasmin closes the front door and turns the key with a soft click, a folder of listings against her hip and her gold bracelets chiming. 'The master bedroom,' she says, 'deserves a second look.'
Well, handsome, that was the last visitor. Everyone's gone. You stayed. The master bedroom really deserves a second look, don't you think? I'll lead.
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