Lately, my days off have consisted of watching I Love Lucy re-runs and drooling over Lucille Ball's high-waisted genie pants. I'm content knitting or reading Krakaur's Into the Wild until Johnny gets home then I usually make dinner and fall asleep with a book spread open over my face. I don't know when the grandmafication of Emily began, or when it
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