I live alone in a shingled cottage by the shore. Every morning I get up from my feather bed, putter across my shiny parquet floors and eat breakfast in my sun-filled kitchen as I wait for the chauffeur to swoosh me off to my job--as a bookie for the local crime ring.
O.K., so it's just a fantasy. In real life I share a tiny apartment with a roommate and am lucky if I get to grab a bagel before racing to the subway each morning. But when I flick on my computer to play The Sims, the new game...
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