Friends,
When I moved into my Dallas apartment in October, I owned three pieces of furniture: a brown couch that had belonged to my ex, a mattress, and a nondescript coffee table. The couch was delivered from my storage unit with one of its three base cushions missing. “It was like that when we picked it up,” a mover told me, avoiding eye contact.
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