When I came to New York for the very first time, the last week of August 2001, when I was all of 18 and one week old, I came on a roundtrip ticket. Until recently, I'd forgotten that. You see, I buried that ticket under the second week of September and a false belief that if I didn't get scared and didn't leave New York, I could help win a war.
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Also I miss you and you're not even gone! Let's get food. You're not stupid.
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