Walked the streets of Philadelphia with little brother and some of his roommates some days.
Also read Elizabeth Smart's By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, about her intense eighteen year love affair with a married man. I was first drawn to the book because of the title, but upon reading it, I realized it came off more like the incoherant whinings of a woman who sleeps with another woman's husband. I mean, think how she must've felt. I couldn't figure out why the book has been hailed "a masterpiece" by others.
It all comes down to perspective, I suppose.
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