The sideboard had fascinated him when he was a child. He'd thought it was a magic alternative universe of fun that would one day make his life complete. It was always the focal point of his parents' parties and everyone smiled all the time at those.
Now it was his, the nostalgia dust having settled, it wasn't the same.
It was just a normal sideboard with a massive old radio screwed inside one cupboard and a few bottles of peculiar foreign alcohol in the other.
He opened one of the bottles and took a swig. He spat it out immediately.
He would never undertand his parents' generation.
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