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Interesting. Sometimes it’s not an actual parent, but another family member…
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I enjoyed much of this…
“I tend to forget or rather, rarely cash in on—like coupons piling up—the proximity of people. If I wanted, I could walk a few blocks and find a friend, a friend who is likely experiencing coincidental gloom, blahs, and Sunday doom, because if there’s one thing I know to be true about New York friendships: they are intervened time and again by emotional kismet. Stupid, unprecedented quantities of it. We’re all just here, bungling this imitation of life, finding new ways of becoming old friends.”