Ten People I Am Still Thinking About

The sixty-year-old ex-rocker-type standing on the corner of Second Avenue and Sixth Street yelling to a friend, “I’m still waiting on my check from the Italian government!” The sad-eyed man on his phone in a crowded Starbucks, whispering, slowly and mournfully, into a friend’s voicemail “Vanessa, do you really think… that most people in this world… don’t actually believe love is possible?”

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