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He liked minimalist furniture, neutral colors, and things that looked untouched and impractical.
The first time he came to my parents’ house, he looked around at the framed school photos, the quilt on the couch, and the ceramic bowl by the door.
Later in the car, he said, “Your family is nice, but wow, they really love… old stuff.”
I gave him a nervous little laugh, wondering if he was joking or mocking us.
“They love memories,” I told him.
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