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Here we are again, hanging in the ol’ Starbux. Just you, me, that venti chai latte, and eight million New Yorkers. Look—I get it. The apartment’s too quiet. You like the hubbub. It helps you think. But what am I, rewrite number six? Seven? I do not see the light at the end of the tunnel, here.

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November 29, 2017 | Erica Ferencik

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