“There’s no place like home” whispered Astrid as she clicked the heels of her new pair of A.P.C. ruby Solveig shoes. She had listened to her date for hours talking only about himself, as though he didn’t think she had anything interesting or worth while to contribute to the conversation. “There’s no place like home” she whispered one more time, wishing she could teleport herself out of the restaurant and into a bar with a gin and tonic and her favourite indie rock band playing, far, far away.
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