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I snapped my leg in two and lost the summer—six months on crutches and I’d be lucky if I didn’t limp for the rest of my life. I went to the ground for a slide tackle in a pickup soccer game and felt what turned out to be my tibia shoot through my skin.This was i…
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“After hearing the horrifying news about the attack on Salman Rushdie earlier today, I turned to the first book of his I’d read.”
“clink: we sipped champagne out of handblown Venetian glass flutes, spread black caviar on blinis—glimmering ice, glimmering water”
“That summer night in August was made of the finest fabric of waiting, forever unbreakable.”
“Is your friend as pretty as you are? he asks. She’s a white girl, she answers. He tells her all white women look the same.”
Early Saturday afternoon the man who had introduced himself as Oliver took Ginny to several shops on Madison Avenue above 70th Street
“Had he not grieved so deeply, he never would have grown into the comedian he did”