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| Vintage Ikea via GQ |
We will be out of the office for the weekend. If you need us, we'll be...
Claire: In a cabin that’s mostly blankets. The floor? Blankets. The kitchen? Blankets. Me? Buried somewhere in the blankets. It’s snowing outside but my toes and fingers are warm and my tea never gets cold. The book I’m reading by candlelight makes me laugh out loud.
Kate: Alone in the children’s play area at Ikea.
Helen: Plunged in a bath of coconut milk, soaking away even the memory of winter, bopping along to the music in my headphones like in Pretty Woman.
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