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After my divorce, my children and I moved into a place of our own where we relished painting the walls moody dark colours, hanging art we found at the dump, and cobbled together free furniture from anyone willing to give it to us. There was a room in the basement that I set up as an office, but it turned out that I didn’t need a separate room to work, since I was living alone half the time. When my friend Stace, who was also in the middle of ending a marriage, needed a place to stay, I cleared out...