the buddha wears prada?
October 3rd 2016 This is how it ends. The door closes and the lock clicks on apartment 4J, 251 Seaman Avenue. We take the elevator downstairs, catch a cab to JFK, and fly away with a baby, a black cat, and three bulging suitcases of the wrong things. Though we’ve done this before, the baby is a fairly significant new wrinkle. Twenty-two hours later, we land in Bangkok, retrieve the cat and the suitcases, take a
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