I’ve only played Monopoly with my husband once, and it was in the middle of the pandemic, in a little log cabin we rented in Hancock, Maine. On a rainy day, overlooking Taunton Bay, he creamed me. I still believe he cheated (he says otherwise). I don’t like to lose, it’s true, though I’ll entertain the notion if it means that I can travel vicariously aw…
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