An observation on the ridiculousness that can be encountered in the Big Apple
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Malena was her name. A cat at the neighborhood bodega. The kind that charm people in only to watch them be "necio." This naughty cat made her way into the beer fridge as we picked up our 40s.
French Major, Asian Studies Minor, Latin American by birth and New Yorker by nature.
I know of the world, but want more. You need a translation guide to get me.
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