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My life, yep, she has changed. I used to sit and cig and drink coffee with M in the Financial District. Now I walk and drink iced coffee (which is truly genius - just cold, strong coffee over ice (think Americans' approach to iced tea), unsweetened, but preferably with a generous splash of whole milk), on my way to my next errand. Or my job, the primary challenge of which - since there is no training - is to kill as many hours a day as I can. Or my apartment, which is very overwhelmingly, intimidatingly unliveable right now. Yeah, I have an industrious friend on my side and a temporary place to crash, but fgs.