My sister-in-law pinned this down perfectly! Cars, people, dog poop. Ah, summer in the city.
Well Manhattan, I am finally doing it. I’ve finally worked up the nerve and guts to say it out loud. You and me are OVER. DONE. Yes, you heard me correctly. No more threats and ultimatums; the gig is up. Come on! Don’t look so surprised. This is hardly the first girl you’ve sent packing. […]
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