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The city hums with sound. Even as we wait, wondering, pausing, holding strong, there is a noise. It's
quieter than it usually is. There are less voices mixed in to the clamor...
Yesterday I had an Old Fashioned at my favorite happy hour place in Brooklyn with my best friend. She asked me if I would give her one of my eggs if she can’t get pregnant.
I thought that thirty- somethings had all their shit together, owned property, had children, were settled down into what their life would be for the rest of their lives. I was WAY off.
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