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As I unlock the door of my apartment, Lisa asks, “Would you like for me to come in and help you into bed?”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I respond with a grin.
“John, You know I'd never take advantage of you. At least not while you have cracked ribs and broken ankle!”
“Oh well, I guess you can help me in anyway,” I joke as we go inside.
Lisa leads me in and helps me get into bed. As she places the freshly fluffed pillow under my head, I think to myself how nice it is to be home.
