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Last night I dreamt that I was at Zlatan's place, (in the dream, a flat in Södermalm). We were in the kitchen, and I said, in Swedish: -"It's really nice how your countertops are high, because you're tall, they're usually so low everywhere, you have to break your back to cook or wash the dishes".
He was looking through the window, and he answered: I know, I love that little flat, I would never change for anything else, look at these little gardens and secret yards.."
And I woke up. Thank you Brain for that oh so random dream.
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