Immortality

44.

Breakfast was soon ready.

Donald was sitting opposite me. Maybe the sun was just right and I had a warm feeling.

I hastily finished a slice of bread.

I looked around the house. Maybe it had been unoccupied for a long time. It looked a bit empty, and there was a punching bag in the corner. I was startled and simply started to tidy up.

But the punching bag was too heavy, and I had to drag it...

"Punching bag, gloves?" Donald walked over, picked up the sandbag for me, and threw it directly into the utility room in one go. Then he looked at me and said, "Are you still playing with this?"

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I froze.

I said lightly, "It belongs to the tenant."

"Tenant?" Donald tilted his head to look at me.

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I raised my eyebrows and picked up the gloves, "The sale of a house doesn't break the lease. When my grandma was sober, she rented the house to a professional boxer. The boxer will come to live here if there is a match."