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tumbling through the end of my twentysomethings.

Untitled, September 30th, 2011

She took a deep breath. The air was lighter now that it was finally raining.

Another deep breath before she pressed the cigarette between her lips. The pack had been nearly forgotten, hidden at the bottom of her purse. She’d purchased them the night the boy hadn’t kissed her.

Tonight she needed one. Just one. The kick of nicotine would be enough to straighten her spine. To surge through her veins with the alcohol and help her forget the nerves.

That other boy, he might have slipped away, but this one, she wouldn’t let him.

Today’s manicure brought to you by You Don’t Know Jacques and interminable conference calls.

Today’s manicure brought to you by You Don’t Know Jacques and interminable conference calls.

Yanks/Sox on a Sunday night, early fall.

Yanks/Sox on a Sunday night, early fall.

Broadway Flea Market, 2011.

Broadway Flea Market, 2011.

A battleship grey Saturday with tourists.

A battleship grey Saturday with tourists.

I like to think of these as my Slytherin rings. Epic nerdery, I know.

I like to think of these as my Slytherin rings. Epic nerdery, I know.

Mom watches the Payloaders carry away the willow’s remnants. Friday, September 2nd, evening.

Mom watches the Payloaders carry away the willow’s remnants. Friday, September 2nd, evening.

A few days after Irene. The view out my parents’ front door will never be the same.

A few days after Irene. The view out my parents’ front door will never be the same.

Preparedness. 50% of our Hurricane Survival Kit. The other half is white wine and AA batteries.

Preparedness.

50% of our Hurricane Survival Kit. The other half is white wine and AA batteries.

View over Cold Spring Harbor from a sweaty hike.

View over Cold Spring Harbor from a sweaty hike.