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Good party for PEN last night, celebrating a great cause. Only my eight hundredth time in Poisson Rouge in the last three weeks. Got packed early even though we were competing with a Paris Review shindig (PS, Lorin, let me know when you’re ready for my next ill-considered fiction submission). Choire handed me some Band-Aids, which I kept because they’re the normal kind and all we have left in the apartment are those giant butterfly-shaped ones for when you get a cut on your elbow or something. We tried to get five people in a cab when we left, but it just wasn’t happening. The restaurant Cece and I had set our hearts on was already closed, so we went to our local cantina uptown for nachos and margaritas. I’d untucked my shirt by then.
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