So Maybe It’s Natalie Portman, by Joe Caccamo
A Friday afternoon coffee in my neighborhood, Gramercy Park, a little subterranean joint on Irving. It’s a gorgeous day, with the early, flat Fall sun making everything glimmer, camera-ready. I sit on the bench outside the shop, latte in one hand a novel called “Sweetbitter” in the other. But then I hear a voice behind […]
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