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Set in 1906, a young man from Gibraltar who emigrates to New York City to make a new life for himself and escape the past.
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Go shoppingSet in 1906, a young man from Gibraltar who emigrates to New York City to make a new life for himself and escape the past.
He said he was a fashion designer. But he lived off his investments.
The joys of sitting weren’t lost on someone who stood for a living.
“I put forward that The Orchard is a cornucopia of temptation.”
An observation and mediation on modern life and love.
Time is wobbling the way compass points hover or spin for no rhyme or reason on a nautical chart.
I learned there are three ways to make money. Get more people to buy, get people to buy more often, or get people to buy something more expensive.
“Weather is immune to history, law, diplomacy, and sometimes even reason…”
A woman who is sick turns to love she can pay for.
This morning she pushes a clump of matted hair away from her face as she watches the parade of the Haves marching by in lockstep on their way to work.
We prized ourselves on our reliability, our most solid trait. On top of that, she was a whiner; a big-time needer. She even took seconds.
The city seemed like another world then, bristling with possibilities. Every evening and every weekend was the brink of some discovery.
“I’m against the bombing, even if it is that damned Islamic State,” the old man yelled over the whipping wind,