March 23, 2016
A family friend was showing me his new home. His name was hung up on the door of his apartment. After opening the front door, we had to crawl through (another) elevated square hole to get into the house.* I felt periodic bouts of claustrophobia as I walked through the living room and kitchen.
My brother and his wife were at the kitchen counter when we started to talk about mobile games. My brother mentioned how our mother-in-law liked one in particular and he hoped that she read the commentary that went along with it.
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