Let's face it, I'm not really Swedish, I am just making it up. Proof?
Whenever I go to Ikea I always come back with the wrong things.
The wrong size pillowcases and the wrong style of mattress sheets. Little jars I want to use for herbs that are really more suitable for rubber bands. Lightbulbs that don't really fit my lamps.
All this should be in my DNA, but that's not the case. I should glide through the place as if I was walking through my own living room.
So, not so Swedish after all...
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