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4/23/2016 "Speaking of batteries, what's the positive in this? Negative?" she threw out there, lithe little extensions of her hand palely wrapped about a martini glass stem. It held seltzer and ginger. Long Island City, Queens twinkled cobaltly, covertly, in the harbour incognito, morphing into the sky in the gloaming. "All those people," I said, ignoring the question. I always ignore the question. "So many. But this city so cruel and brutalist and impersonal." She shook her head, stirred her cocktail stirrer the mint sprig moved to the bottom of the glass. "As opposed to what?"
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Battery park
4/23/2016 "Speaking of batteries, what's the positive in this? Negative?" she threw out there, lithe little extensions of her hand palely wrapped about a martini glass stem. It held seltzer and ginger. Long Island City, Queens twinkled cobaltly, covertly, in the harbour incognito, morphing into the sky in the gloaming. "All those people," I said, ignoring the question. I always ignore the question. "So many. But this city so cruel and brutalist and impersonal." She shook her head, stirred her cocktail stirrer the mint sprig moved to the bottom of the glass. "As opposed to what?"
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
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