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Slow Love: A Playlist

I used to sing this song as if I actually believed its message: I used to love him. But I still did. Love him, that is. So I kept listening to the song in the hopes that it would somehow exorcise the feeling.

Second Life

The experience of feeling death, of seeing it approach, and then at the last minute retreat, is not easily shaken.

Living in Manhattan in 2013

Everything — housing, food, drinks, activities — is more expensive. Places are harder to get tables at, harder to get into. Lines are longer. But isn’t that part of the thrill? That this love is never totally requited?

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