The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.
June 27th 2009 I woke up around 9am feeling well rested. Day 2 of my New York adventure. Dan is still dead asleep, I decide to pass the time by taking a shower, doing my hair, and put some makeup on. Problem: I'm not in a hotel room and Dan has no towels. His room mate is sitting at the table eating, whom I hadnt met yet until that very moment. I ask him if they have any extra towels. He walks to the bathroom an
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