What will you hold onto? I already feel things slipping. My dad holds onto music, in the basement, with his vodka on the rocks. My nana holds onto her husband. Will I hold onto New York, this job, that small black sample sale dress? At least one of its nights. Or what comes next. Will I hold on to nothing yet.
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