This Sunday in New York I went for a Royal Philharmonic Orchestra performance and then let the four hours with friends fly by in a red-velvet, hookah-pipe-on-each-table smoking bar called Karma. (Not that any one of us smoked or we bothered to get the hookah puffing, but the sweetness of the second-hand smoke in some of my clothes still serves as a
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