Sometimes, I can think of nothing better than the smell of spearmint gum and blow-dried hair. It reminds me of when my aunt and I would take trips to feed the ducks at a nearby pond. On the car ride she would roll the windows down and turn The Pointer Sisters up. Still today, this inverse relationship impacts my senses and my inability to hide my excitement.
I hope this letter finds you well, NYC.
The Woobs
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