This is my mother's friend Dorothy (centre). She dresses hair. The three of us went for a carriage ride through Central Park. At one point Dorothy said, "Ohhhh, look. It's so beautiful! I just can't understand why anyone would murder someone here."
I moved here in 2006 to do my PhD in philosophy. This blog is my letters back home to Canada about what life is like in New York.
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6 comments:
Obviously Dorothy has never experienced the rush that comes from murdering someone.
I've noticed that your internet persona has become decidedly violent as of late. Bla bla masculine imaginary bla.
Thank you for noticing. I enjoy working with themes from time to time.
and I keep forgetting to check that little box so that follow-up comments will be emailed to me. Not this time.
Well, thanks for wasting a comment on that.
That is so something I would say...I like Dorothy.
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