Week 1
I don’t want to talk about it; in fact, at a brunch in an apartment overlooking a park, decide to keep everything to myself, which I’m used to by now anyway. A smaller group moves to Julius, treading water, telling dinner dates to scoop them from there, since no one else among us lives in the West Village. I order a hamburger and everyone is gone by the…
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