The Rose Damask Couch. There it sits, totally unexpected, not quite settled in, like a well dressed woman in an unfamiliar setting. We don't really know each other yet. We expect to become friends, good friends, but right now we know nothing about each other, not where it has been, not how I usually behave. Someone gave The Great Wheel of Chance a spin and what started as a hurricane cleanup turned into a full scale redecoration.
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