OF MANHATTAN AND MEN by Laura Maidah
Last Monday, on my way past the whistling nose hairs of our falafel man and the clicking heels of anorexic housewives, I saw a stranger with a friendly face by the bus stop.
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Last Monday, on my way past the whistling nose hairs of our falafel man and the clicking heels of anorexic housewives, I saw a stranger with a friendly face by the bus stop.
Filed under Fiction & poetry · Tagged with casual sophistication, manhattan, midtown, top shelf gin
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