On another ordinary Sunday, in her ordinary place, wearing her ordinary weekend clothes, something extraordinary happened.
"Have you ever been to New York?" her friend asked.
"No," she said.
"When are you coming?"
And just like magic, she had a plan. She was going to wake up in New York on her birthday, and it would be fabulous.
1 comment:
Are you going? I hope your birthday is in the Spring or Fall, as NY is really quite hot, and smelly in June, July, and August. . . you'll have a blast!
DL
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