I’m back in New York—scandalizing people as I always do.
And I remember bad memories. East Coast memories, specifically.
I remember a girl. She was blonde and frail. From Boston. My freshman year, she said I was the most attractive boy in our class at RISD. That should’ve been a sign…
We had some mutual friends: a blonde boy from Richmond, a blonde girl …
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