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Back in New York, people are gradually beginning to recover from Friday night and emerge blinking into the New Year.
I met Lizzy in Columbus Circle for wine and macaroons and to offer my opinion on which of two Coach bags was the cuter, and found her in a rather more than usually agitated state.
It was the end of the Summer of Love for Lizzy and J, and they emerged blinking into the golden autumn light to find that everything had changed. The plants in her window boxes were brittle skeletons, his car, evidently … Continue reading