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Hello Sandy. Welcome to New York City.


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There’s a group of high schoolers just outside the window. They’re yelling and cursing and cat calling at every woman that has to squeeze past them on the sidewalk. Their faces are painted -red and yellow and blue. I forgot what it felt like to be excited for Halloween.

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I was going to start writing about making a mistake at work. The truth of it is that my heart is beating so fast, I think it might wake up the puppies sleeping next to me. That’s not what I want to focus on however, so I’m going to write aimlessly until the matter resolves itself, and I can go ahead with the rest of my day.

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The first step of having a productive day is to actually put clothes on. This, for many people, can not only be challenging, but unconquerable, as well. Having to put clothes on is the reason why I have spent so many Sunday mornings in bed, rather than exploring flea markets for old keys, or book fairs on one of the last warm weekends of the year.

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I broke my wrist at the start of the summer. It figures that the day...the bloody day....I got my cast removed, I get into a car accident, and end up back in a cast...well...wrist brace. My boyfriend still doesn't understand why it makes me laugh.

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This was loosely inspired by The Hound of the Baskervilles. Loosely, being defined by flipping through my anthology on a lazy Wednesday afternoon and suddenly slamming my hand down and yelling, I'm going to paint a hound! Yes, I was semi stoned. Yes, there was a glass or two of Vodka in me.


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