Roland was coming to the end of his ice cream when he realised that they were still in IKEA and the end was nowhere in sight. He felt like he was on a treadmill: no matter how many steps he made they didn’t seem to be going anywhere. His grandmother and father on the other hand were having a good time as they cooed over couches, sitting in all of them a…
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