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When I finally let go of Tanya, I look down the hall, but Levi has gone back into his apartment.
“Come on. Let’s order pizza and you can tell me all about it,” Tanya says.
“How long are you here?” I ask.
“As long as you need me. Let’s be honest, we both know I sleep better when you’re around, so I’ll sleep better here and apparently, you need me too, so it’s a win-win,” she says.
It feels a bit like a role reversal with her taking charge, ordering pizza, then opening her bag.
“I got us a bottle of wine, too. Okay, I got two, because it sounded like you needed it,” she says, going through my kitchen to find a bottle opener and two glasses.
Once she’s done, she brings the glasses to the couch and sits beside me, handing me a glass while she tucks her feet underneath her.
“So, te
