When I start to want something, I start to see it everywhere, note its qualities. First it was boys and whether or not they were wearing wedding rings, then it was cars and whether or not they had leather interiors. Now that I have hit the jackpot in both Boy and Car, I WOULD PLEASE LIKE A HOUSE. And so I leer at them everywhere I go. I note their qualities. Whether or not there is a porch or front yard, whether there is garage space, what its down payment might be, if I could ever in a million years afford it, its window panes, its columns, its french doors and its trees. I dream about its kitchen. Does it have an island for cooking? IS THERE A FARMER’S SINK? IS THERE A WALK IN CLOSET THAT YOU CAN WALK INTO? IS IT SINGLE? WILL IT EVER BE MINE?

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