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I went looking for tiles for our new bathroom yesterday. The tiny man with the grey hair and the Liberty tana lawn-esque flowery tie in the subterranean tile shop was very helpful. He found me lots of samples to bring home to show Dave, and as he went to look for a jiffy bag to put them in, I fingered the gorgeous glass tiles on the counter.
"Aren't these fabulous?" I said.
"Oh yes," came the answer. "When you get into tiles, you find all sorts of ways to make your life more complicated.
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