You turn the corner around to the back of the van only to find the guy with two of your boxes in his brawny arms - worse, they're your boxes, your clothes and DVDs.
"Hi!" he says, his voice deep and mellifluous, his smile warm, "where do these go two go?"
"Up the stairs, to the right," you say, almost without thinking. It's hard to think, actually, up close the guy looks even better, but you also feel an immediate attraction to him. As he heads into the house with the boxes, you can't help turning to watch him go, and as he does, you notice....
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