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"Oh my god," Signe sighs and looks dejectedly at the green flower tiled table in her living room.
Sure, she's into nostalgia, but now she is not so sure that she's into Henrik's nostalgia.
Henrik's grandmother always made sure that there were sweets in a glass bowl on the coffee table. But the charm of nostalgia only goes so far and Signe had not, in her wildest dreams, imagined that it was THIS ugly.