Twenty minutes before leaving Brooklyn, I had an existential crisis. This panic was uncharacteristically manageable, courtesy of the ease of desperation: I drank one more, I ripped off my weather-appropriate jumpsuit, opting for a faux-leather slip dress and torn fishnets reserved for singularly confident moments. I…
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