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Spring told me she had dated Sean again a couple of times last fall but doesn’t see him anymore. “He’s into dealing now, and being a stud, and I find him a pompous ass,” she said.

I walked through Bryant Park, where several pairs of lovers were kissing on the benches and two office girls were flirting with a shaggy-haired, baby-faced cop.

The glow from selling a story is beginning to lose its luster, but in a way, I still cannot believe somebody would pay me $25 for a story I completed in half an hour.

Since he was carrying a knapsack of books, I figured he was probably going up to Columbia. He kept staring, and I looked at him, then looked away, then met his eyes again, and I smiled shyly.

As Alice told me today, I don’t miss Ronna specifically so much as I just miss having a girlfriend. “And,” Alice said, “the solution to that is obvious.”

When I was a teenager, I never imagined life could be this good.

In Sugar Bowl at dinner, I was angling for some sympathy, so I told Simon that no one had ever really loved me. “Tough luck!” he said, and we both broke up laughing.

I remember something Helen once told me: “Most people don’t break up because they stop loving the other person. They break up because they can’t get along.”

A kid about 19 in a leather jacket passed by and asked us if we had a light. After we said no, he kept walking but looked back. “I thought he was going to mug us,” I said. “No,” Elihu said, “I think he was cruising you.”