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“…We dated, like, freshman year, and it went really bad and to this day he still calls me a bitch.”
“What? Really?”
“For, like, a year and a half! His friends, too. And they don’t even know me!”
“Shutup! One, you are not a bitch. And two, you have never been a bitch.”…
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Park Slope is the mac ’n cheese of nyc neighborhoods. And not an artisanal macaroni and cheese, either. More like a boxed pasta with the powdered cheese packet, where the most adventurous thing that happens is the addition of a few drops of Cholula
Don’t take this wrong. Boxed mac & cheese is far from a damaged or morally bankrupt dinner.…
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“Free-stuff? More like free baggage!” Luna piped up, looking at the discarded wedding memento, a painting inscribed by guests with personal wishes to the newlyweds, now left to the sidewalk free-cycle giveaway wilds (presumably by one of the ex-spouses still residing in the brownstone behind the wrought iron rail on which it leaned).…
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“Look! The Brapps are training little Tanner to potty outside like me!” Luna exhorted with optimism.
“You sure it’s not just a stoop giveaway?” I asked.
She sniffed between the lid and seat. “Well if so, it would give new meaning to the phrase ‘free shit!'”
“This city,” I sighed.
August 05, 2019 at 06:51PM
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“It’s a TinyKit,” Luna exclaimed, “for teenies like me!”
“Some things really shouldn’t be recycled, Luna,” I intoned.
“But it’s more of an upcycle, not a recycle,” she cocked her head.
“Upcycle, eh?”
“Yeah! Upcycled in your-”
“Enough. Let’s go.”
August 03, 2019 at 07:17PM
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“Do you think they tossed it because the kid’s a musical disappointment?” Luna queried.
“C’mon,” I shook my head. “Not everyone’s Conservatory bound.”
She turned and taunted at a parlor window. “What’s the matter, can only play in C? Can’t handle 3/4 time?!”
“OK, let’s go.”
July 19, 2019 at 04:09PM
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“They German?” Luna piped up. “The Spa Wife? Weird bodega name.”
“No, Asian-American.”
“Divorced?”
“Nope. Married and happy. Name’s a joke between them.”
“Weirder.”
“No weirder than your dream of an artisanal scrunchie mall kiosk called Bad Dog Buns.”
“Pfft!”
March 26, 2019 at 03:01PM
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“Wanna know the secret to living your self authentical?” Luna asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Style through the salt.”
February 13, 2019 at 05:19PM
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“Free to take,” I entreated Luna, as we stared at the Slope-iest Park Slope stoop giveaway ever.
“Which,” she asked, “the book or the husband?" pic.twitter.com/RBLziNfSHm— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 11, 2018
December 11, 2018 at 06:23PM
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5th Av @ 9th, Dunkin iced, cig-dangle, russet frizzle, 40s, to phone: "Didn't you see my tweet that Shakespeare's so overrated? No? Well…"
— westy (@westyreflector) April 18, 2016 at 10:56AM
16:48, brown Uggs, leaving a Park Slope salon, fresh blunt bangs, to friend: "Sharknado was just too cynical for me to let the kids watch."
— westy (@westyreflector) April 3, 2016
April 03, 2016 at 05:24PM
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5th Ave Bingo exit, 10:12p.
“Geraldine, you have a Valium on you?”
“No.”
“That’s ok, I got tranquilizers at home.”
March 26, 2016 at 10:35PM
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as seen from my front window. 02 nov 2015, ~3:45p
“So, human, are you game…?”…
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