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" Things are moving right along on the apartment front. Ted, the landlord of the new place, called me yesterday to say that everything had checked out on the credit front for Sarah and me. We stopped by this morning, signed the lease and handed in our security deposit.  &amp;quot;The place will be ready on the 15th, if you ladies want to move in early,&amp;quot; Ted said. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;d have to pay half the rent for the month, though.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Thanks, but we&amp;#039;re paying rent on our current place though the end of August. Do you think we could move some of our stuff in earlier, though, even if we weren&amp;#039;t actually living there yet?&amp;quot;  Had I asked, I&amp;#039;m pretty sure Ted would have said no. Sarah switched into flirty mode before she broached the subject, though\u2026and as is usually the case, he was putty in her hands. She probably could have convinced him to give us back our deposit if she wanted to.  &amp;quot;Laying it on a little thick back there, huh?&amp;quot; I asked, giggling, as we left.  &amp;quot;It worked, didn&amp;#039;t it? Now we can take our time and bring stuff over before the big move. Besides, Ted is cute.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Ted is our LANDLORD,&amp;quot; I pointed out. &amp;quot;You cannot date our landlord.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Maybe we&amp;#039;ll get free rent.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Maybe we&amp;#039;ll get evicted. Besides, aren&amp;#039;t you and Dennis getting back together?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; she sighed. &amp;quot;I keep hoping that we&amp;#039;ll see each other and it will just fall into place, you know? But it never does.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What are you going to do?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Move on, I guess. With Ted!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;NO. Not with Ted.&amp;quot;  The rest of the day was all about finding a new tenant for the old apartment. We&amp;#039;d gotten a bunch of hits from Craig&amp;#039;s List, and invited the four that sounded the most promising over to look at the place.   Our first prospective tenants were Bill and Steve, who looked like homeless heroin addicts. Obviously, they weren&amp;#039;t going to work. Next up was Millie, who was evasive about her source of income, but seemed to have enough of it to both pay the rent and be clad in head-to-toe designer duds. Sarah and I had different theories: I thought she was a drug dealer and Sarah thought she was an escort. Either way, she&amp;#039;d never get the landlord&amp;#039;s seal of approval without an above-the-books job. James, who was a professional saxophone player, never showed. We were starting to think we were screwed, and then at 4:15, our last appointment arrived.  Jim and Dawn, a married couple with an adorable 2-year-old, Rosie, couldn&amp;#039;t have been more perfect. He&amp;#039;s a corporate lawyer and she&amp;#039;s a textbook editor who works from home. Not only could they afford the place, they loved it.  &amp;quot;Look at the kitchen!&amp;quot; Dawn exclaimed. &amp;quot;And Rosie&amp;#039;s bedroom would be right next to ours. And we&amp;#039;d be two blocks from the park!&amp;quot;  Jim murmured his agreement, but didn&amp;#039;t really seem to be listening, as he was busy staring at Sarah. Just watching it was making me uncomfortable; I could tell it was making her squeamish.  &amp;quot;Weren&amp;#039;t you on that cop show?&amp;quot; he asked, finally.  Sarah grew visibly more relaxed as she confirmed that she was. The four of us chatted about how they killed off her character for a few minutes, and then they said the magic words, &amp;quot;We want to live here. What are the next steps?&amp;quot; We told them we&amp;#039;d talk to the landlords and be in touch.  If Jim and Dawn work out, Sarah and I are officially the luckiest girls on earth. Dream jobs and handsome knights riding white horses are sure to follow. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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