Revelation 122

The day we  moved into our  little quad on  the bottom  floor of an art deco building, the first thing we unpacked was the turntable and speakers, the three-foot tall suckers you’d inherited  from  your parents, which doubled  as end  tables for the  two years  we spent there.  I  draped  them  in white  lace,  topped  each  with  a  red  glitter  candelabra, and vintage ashtrays. We  unrolled a kilim rug to sleep on. We ate tofu in black pepper  sauce on the floor and talked about  what to do  with the screened in  porch. Everyone else had string lights,  but...

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