It’s nearly 1am. I’m sitting in a replica of my living room from the old place. Only now I’m in a basement–a nice basement–but a basement nonetheless. Sure basements are called things like a ‘garden unit’ or ‘duplex down,’ but it is still, definitionally speaking, a basement. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a basement (insert euphemism) and not known I was in a basement.
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