New York is getting so gray. Outside the half opened window, the top of the buildings disappear beneath the thick fog. It's doing something out. Its raining, I think, when it should be snowing. Then, eventually, it does turn to snow. The weather keeps us locked up and unable to go anywhere. Its fucking freezing in this apartment and I have not eaten at all.
I crawl out of this bed and throw my jeans on.
Its 8:22 am. Fuck.
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oh my! this little excerpt was absolutely lovely.
just the kind of writing i drool over.
you are insanely talented, doll.
i hope you know that.
x
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