New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
Hey, isn't that the ice-skating terrace?
Indeed. Wait for a frozen terrace. And a high wind. Stand at the north end. Skate to the south end. Try to stop at the rail. Give the housekeeper valium.
Hey, isn't that the ice-skating terrace?
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Wait for a frozen terrace. And a high wind. Stand at the north end. Skate to the south end. Try to stop at the rail. Give the housekeeper valium.
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