I met a friend for lunch in late December—I love a holiday lunch with friends—at the Sunset Tower in West Hollywood.
Nearby, outside, sitting under an awning, two women in their thirties ate salads.
“I wrote a short story recently,” one said. “It’s about a boy who’s hot, who’s so hot, that the girlfriend is like…
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