I was walking around my own living room like I was a guest, I looked at the artwork, picked up a book, I hadn’t really spent much time in here, it was pretty, very grown up. It felt like I was waiting for someone to hand me a cocktail, it was just me, I went in the kitchen and poured a tiny vodka into a fancy glass. Two years of construction, three mon…
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