New York Stories
Monday, October 8, 2012
It's cold.
All the time.
It's cold at night when I run the Brooklyn Bridge.
It's cold when I wake up and when I go to sleep.
My skin has become so dry, I gave up on lotion and use body oil. It's not even winter!
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