In the dream I'd bought a house with a dirty and gigantic jacuzzi tub (tawny plastic spigots, a 70s austere dinginess) and a labyrinthine basement stairwell tied off with baby-blue shoelace every ten feet. --An effort by the previous owner to keep their toddlers from a nasty fall. One did fall, stories down to smack the basement floor just as I asked the mother about the netting--this when the family showed up unexpectedly through the back door to sleep in the house a few more nights, as they said. Inconvenient for me as I had about four dates last night and would attempt to see all of them (Darren, you were there), though now with a house full of strangers and some scheme about rotations and my father (who was not my father) somehow ever in the next room.
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Estuart was my real estate agent.
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