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Les Affaires
Continue reading: Les AffairesLiv does not have a boyfriend, nor has she since ending an eight-month affair with a bluegrass musician. He gave concerts most nights of the week while she sat and pretended to be interested in the plight of the 19th-century Appalachian. At a house show in someone’s living room, the bluegrass musician beaned Liv in…
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Rise Awake
Continue reading: Rise AwakeI yawned, stretched, and exited the master bath, thinking: It’s so nice to be able to keep the bathroom door open around a woman, and my ex-wife was flying above our bed. Technically, legally, it’s just my bed now except for twenty-nine minutes last night when we revisited well-explored territories. We knew it was wrong…
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Next Year
Continue reading: Next YearAfter she bought the house, there was a month of newness, of fresh, invigorating possibility, the feeling of Yes, why had she ever doubted? It is possible to begin again.
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A Thing For Which Gabriella Has No Shame
Continue reading: A Thing For Which Gabriella Has No ShameShe also bought twenty legal pads and five boxes of pens, because she planned to keep a record of the chaos, from a chair in front of the window of her sixth story apartment. She’d positioned the chair already. She’d even stacked some blankets next to the chair for when the power went out and…
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Loft Party Thrown by Future Leaders of America in a Repurposed Old Factory in the City’s Newly Revitalized but Mostly Still Empty Warehouse District
Continue reading: Loft Party Thrown by Future Leaders of America in a Repurposed Old Factory in the City’s Newly Revitalized but Mostly Still Empty Warehouse DistrictIt’s a great neighborhood. It reminds me a lot of Brooklyn, but also kind of like the Mission mixed a little with Hoxton and the Left Bank, but without all the gross people we don’t like. I could totally live there.