There is something in the air that has turned the once rancid smell of communal living into soft, rose-filled delights. I am not sure if I am cut out for it, earnest, grouchy, unable to make many a good dish, but still, the urge to unite with other families and individuals has never felt stronger. Perhaps it is the never-ending encroachment of reality on my life. I'd like to be buying antiques, selling them, making a tidy profit, and then buying more antiques and keeping them. Why on earth should I have to be tormented with taxes, child-rearing, mortgage payments, and the never-ending stream of horror that our world leaders seem to drench us in? So while my grumpy countenance has thawed slightly, I believe we may all do well to buddy up.

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