I just want to go through Central Park and watch folks passing by. Spend the whole day watching people. I miss that.
I have read books that are so cliched and lazy, my eyes have bled. But I also have read books marketed under the chick-lit umbrella that are so honest, clever and gritty that I've wanted to give up writing and paint walls instead.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
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