Nine writers recount their search — and what they found
I can’t get this information out of my head. For a person who craves space, the prospect is all-too appealing.
Imagine arriving home after a leisure walk with the baby — probably on your very own ranch, you don’t even need to leave your daled plus-plus-plus-cubed amos to take that stroll — and simply parking the stroller in the roomy shed on the side of the house. The stroller wouldn’t even have to bypass any bikes or lawn mowers, there’d be arm’s length space between every clunky item.
Also, once I’m imagining things, I’d definitely have time to take that leisure walk with the baby. Because in my brain, the luxury of space is the elixir to everything.
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