Its raining. Water squelches in my sneakers, and the blasting summer air conditioning on the train sends a chill down the back of my neck. The hairy guy to my right smells like cheese and shoes.
Ah, Mediabistro, my old friend. After months of constant scrolling down your minimalist and chronologically-ordered page, I still feel a distance between us. Despite the inordinate amount of time weve spent together, you remain an enigma.
Brooklyn Brainerys Society for the Advancement of Social Studies hosts a night of sexy history
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