My second year in New York I was living in Chinatown in a small apartment with five other girls. The building was snuggled cozily in between a correctional facility and ▸ ▸ ▸
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The other day my friend, Dan, was giving me a ride home and we stumbled onto the topic of our childhood dogs. Dan had just gotten a tattoo on his ▸ ▸ ▸
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