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| 2797fb6 | I came here in a car like everybody else. In a car filled with shit I thought meant something and shortly thereafter tossed on the street: DVDs, soon to be irrelevant, a box of digital and film cameras for a still-latent photography talent, a copy of On the Road that I couldn't finish, and a Swedish-modern lamp from Walmart. It was a long, dark drive from a place so small you couldn't find it on a generous map...Does anyone come to New York.. | Stephanie Danler | ||
| 78fc0e1 | That was what it took me some time to see the snow falling in the window at the end of the bar. Whispers rose among the guests, they pointed to the street. Their heads turned in a reverent row. Thin shards of truffle drifted down and disappeared into the tagliatelle. "Finally," said Nicky, and replaced the truffle. He leaned back on the bar, wearing a handsome, self-satisfied smile. "You never forget your first snow in New York." The first.. | Stephanie Danler |