When you live on a tiny island like Manhattan the odds of bumping into the one who broke your heart are incredibly high.
The odds of bumping into him when you look like shit are even higher.
After a breack-up, certain streets, locations, even times of day are off-limits.
The city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional land mines.
You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.
The odds of bumping into him when you look like shit are even higher.
After a breack-up, certain streets, locations, even times of day are off-limits.
The city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional land mines.
You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.
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