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first date
at the end of the night, Mary walked him to the door and grabbed his coat. she held it up for him to put on, but he stepped into it forward instead of backward and put both arms through the sleeves and wrapped them around her waist. she looked stunned. “you know,” he started, and…
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the fountain
Harry finally made it to Washington Square Park. Well, not finally. To Harry, a veteran New Yorker of 2 days, there was no “finally” in New York. It was an immortal landscape of activity. One thing after the other – you looked in any direction and there was something worth seeing. When you got to…
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we sit the three of us around a small table
as the procession flies by and I pull out my chair turn it to the side and kick my legs out like a table in the street and I glance over the railing at the sun-drenched condos as you ask “how much do you think they are?” and we guess at the prices down by the water“higher,” you say,…