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In the middle of the night, both of us aware that the other was struggling to get back to sleep, I heard Tom mutter to me, “We’ll always have Paris.”…
She is tired of fighting with him. Tired of his insistence that this is his turf Tired of the blustering Tired of pretending she doesn’t see through his rationalizations….
We are in the West Village, in exactly the kind of neighborhood I fantasized about living in when I was 14 years old. Of course, at that age I wasn’t…