We also ran out of eggs. I dress in a hurry. I grab my red coat, I don't see the phone. I press the flashlight option and light under the bed, it may have fallen down there. I tell my husband to beep and my hand vibrates. Oh, yes, the flashlight was on the phone. I go downstairs, get in the car. Dammit, I lost the keys again. I'll walk. After 15 minutes, I storm into the store to buy. What should I buy? The list is on the kitchen table next to the cup of undrinked coffee. But more importantly: what am I doing at Ikea?
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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