I’ve fallen in love. It’s March, and I’m renting an apartment in Williamsburg. I’ve fallen in love with my morning walk to McCaren Park. I had to buy rain shoes, because I grossly underestimated the amount of rain Brooklyn gets in the spring, and I’ve already soaked a pair of suede Birkenstocks all the way through. I’ve fallen in love with the takeout, …
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