It’s Monday night and I’m sitting at my apartment table, inhaling Thai food from some place near me in Brooklyn. It’s 80 something degrees outside, but this morning I could’ve sworn I felt autumn in my bedsheets. The spicy oil and coconut milk is catching at my mouth in a way that’s uncomfortable, but confirms that my food is at the right spice level (…
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