the history: part iii
On July 17, three days after Stephan's 24th birthday, we signed the lease on a gorgeous mid-town apartment, with working elevators and a doorman. Granted, it was a four room loft, with a perfect view of the brick building next door, but it was home. No pets; I've never been an animal person.
When I was a teenager, I was
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Postmarked from France. "I'm sorry," the message read
emo!
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