It’s been a month since I’ve moved back to Brooklyn. It’s September, almost. It’s September in my writing, too. Ambrose has just met Eleanor, the elementary school teacher. I haven’t decided how long she’ll last.
Last night I had a friend over; we took a bottle of wine up to my roof and we spread…
True story
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that last line comforts...so sad at the same time
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