23 September 2011
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Last thing. I remember trading stories with this person, there was an unexpected back and forth and it was wonderful, every time she wrote something I wrote something back, the first thing was about how she lived in this part of New York City and it reminded me of how I once chased down an ice cream truck, and no need for details, I don’t remember how many tales we traded but on the one hand there were enough and at the same time there were not. I miss telling them is all.
