When I ascended to the den, pliers in hand, to watch the Americans go down in Lillehammer, I knew I didn’t want to go out like them.
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Noise

I would have to try even harder to get back the silence, not for my own peace of mind but out of respect for the dead.
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Apprehension, or size 6 knee-length empire-waist strapless in burnt sienna silk shantung with pomegranate bow band
You would like to believe that the panic attack you had in Soho had nothing to do with the bridesmaid’s dress you selected moments before.
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