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That damn green velvet sofa haunted me for months after she left. Every morning I'd stumble into the living room, its empty curves screaming reminders of shared Netflix binges and midnight conversations. My therapist called it "spatial grief" - I called it suffocating. For three Sundays straight, I'd open furniture store tabs until my phone overheated, drowning in beige swatches and contradictory measurements. Paralysis by interior design.

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I'll never forget the night I threw a bag of rice across my shoebox apartment kitchen after knocking over a wine glass - again. That cramped 50-square-foot space with its flickering fluorescent tube felt like a daily betrayal. For months, I'd collected cabinet brochures and paint chips that only deepened my despair. How could these paper fragments capture what it feels to move through a space? Then my contractor slid his tablet toward me: "Try this." The screen showed LUBE Group's logo.

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