Our final room

Every day we feel a little more at home in our new flat, a little less annoyed at the lack of space and the extra rent, X and I. This is unusual and confuses us. Where will it end? we ask each other. In happiness? Surely not, I say. Definitely not, X tells me. Notice we’ve moved into smaller and smaller rooms over the years. And they’ll keep getting smaller and smaller, he says, until the day we’re put in our final room, our double tomb.

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