They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less menta — Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York
They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less menta — Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York
They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less menta — Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York
They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less menta — Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York
They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less menta — Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York
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They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less mentally present sister coast.

— Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York
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