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This is the time of year when people who were born and raised in Michigan by parents who were also born and raised in Michigan claim to be Irish.
I slid the parcel across the wooden bar and Julia swiped it into her open purse with one hand, while with the other, she lifted the last sip of her whisky sour to her lips. â€œThat hits the spot,â€ she … Continue reading
I left Manhattan in the cold â€“ the kind of cold where the wind is gritted with ice as it roars down the avenues. But Iâ€™ve returned to New York in the snow, smothered under drifts of white, so I … Continue reading