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  • I actually imagined those walls in the background of all our photos. I thought about the way one room could transform from an office, into a baby room, then a teenager's cave, and back into an office. (Or maybe a sewing room, because I would be old by then.) And I was actually concerned with how far it was from "everything," because I wanted our kid's to be close to their friends. I don't have kids. They don't have friends.

    Somebody else made an offer on the house.

    Back to square one.
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