I’m sitting on my off white couch, in the silence of a sleepy LA Sunday. Joey is curled up next to my hip, her ears twitching as I click-clack on the keyboard. I flew from New York to Los Angeles last night, landing just in time to see a tangerine sunset wash across the sky. After rambling for two weeks in a dense city, my parents asked for some highlig…
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