A relative — let’s call him Ben — was leaving the country and brought us bags full of whatever couldn’t fit in his suitcase.
As he’s schlepping in the bags we get onto the subject of what he says is actually defined today in Americaas “buyer’s remorse.”
He suffers from buyer’s remorse he says and I agree that I suffer from it as well — particularly at this moment as all the things I just spent two months getting rid of nine things a day are now somehow finding their way back.
Ben pulls out a huge white down blanket.
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