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This is going to feel like a Sex and the City knockoff, and I apologize, because there is nothing worse, spoken as a Manhattanite, than dealing with throngs of women trapped in 1999 roaming the West Village looking for the Magnolia Bakery and SJP’s townhouse. 498 more words
A whoops! baby isn’t the end of the world, there’s plenty of light at the end of this tunnel. Read on.