The R Train
It had been an absolutely wonderful day.
I was in “the bubble” to meet a friend for lunch. (“The bubble” is Madison Avenue, 57th Street to 79th Street, as it seems nothing bad ever happens there. Of course there’s always a possibility that someone’s husband is having a fling with his masseuse but you must not think that thought when you’re strolling in “the bubble.”)…
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