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May 2008
Jay took this yesterday. That’s me plugging in when we arrived at our apartment. We’ve been so busy. The wee one loves the subway. My feet hurt. After living in the middle of the woods for the past year, I …
Tucked away at the end of NYC’s Indian row is a place called Milon. Jefferson turned me on to it. He said, there will be men in front enticing us to come into other restaurants, but only go to Milon.
