Sunday, November 13, 2005
Whose slippers fit better?
Well my muse hit a nostalgic note just a moment ago. My city self—jaded as a jet-lagged New Yorker en route from London, after another weekend of debauchery in Soho —slaps me hard and says, “Snap out of it before I pack you up for that frigid climate you so quaintly extol as the bastion of long-lost...
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