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Memory, Hope, and Loss
Memory, Hope, and Loss
I thought about all the ways in which I had lived in New York, and all the ways I will keep living in New York. ​ And then again fifteen years later, a similar feeling, but with a different person, and without the drinking, but still with that desire to never stop talking, even though the thing was being said, over and over and over again.
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Memory, Hope, and Loss