At IKEA alone
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While visiting IKEA alone, it occurred to me I’ve never undertaken this demented activity of aspirational domesticity without a friend or girlfriend or boyfriend, someone I was either living with or was at risk of living with.
What should have simply been an errand to procure a side table or cheese grater or chair would inevitably take on an existential …
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