Dear Emilee,
I miss you. Wish you were here. I think if you were to move down, weekends would be more lackadaisical.
On Saturday, Mark and I were walking home from Metropolitan in Williamsburg and there was a street with a few fire hydrants open and spraying a misty water on the street so we walked through one and it was lovely. Just lovely. It was what I imagined a youth in the inner city must be like.
The above photos were taken outside Jules Cafe in St. Marks for Mark's Birthday Dinner. He's 24 now, so make sure to wish him a happy birthday. You should be very thankful to him because he breastfeeds me now that you are gone, gone like a destitute mother.
The reason why there isn't a photo of Mark from the series above is because we took a smoke break in the middle of dinner. Oh, it was quite delicious.
As usual, wish you were there.
xoxo,
Justin
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