I really, really miss Jillian.
Walking around the city, I found myself longing for her to be there, holding my hand. I imagined her face light up as we saw the sights. We had conversations about how the modern art at the Guggenheim made us feel. We ate at Fiorello's and she remarked that the lasagna was just as good as Cafe De Luchi's.
God I'm
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