She was a beautiful tv armoire.
But deep down inside, she wanted to be a wardrobe.
She wanted her details to show.
She wanted that gaping hole in her back to be filled with bead-board.
She wanted baskets.
So I listened to her, gave her what she wanted.
And do you know what she did, she left me.
She went to live in someone’s guest room.
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