This week, I told the Universe (and Instagram) I was done with New York. And New York, in her typical bitch counter, sent an ice storm; knocked out my power, internet and phone; impaled my car with a frozen tree. When the tow truck driver came to take my car, we sat and watched tree after frozen tree break apart on my property, like we were in that last…
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