The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

magnificent. And it was dead. The air smelled like nothing. The tree was a “sustainable conceptual sculpture” made of driftwood. The guests arrived—men in velvet blazers and women who didn’t eat. They talked about the Metaverse, crypto-currency, and their trips to Tulum.

I sat on a white Italian sofa, terrified to move in case I wrinkled it.

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