Dear Sophia: It was early Saturday morning and when I stopped to pick up my ride she came out of the house carrying a bundle of clothing. Her face was soft and blurry, as if she had just woken up. A definite crease lined one side of her face vertically, as if she had slept […]
It was Crate Day, the New Zealand holiday – every year held on the first Saturday of December. Participants are encouraged to drink a whole crate of beer.
He laughed and said “I do a lot of things different. Do you know that I was the first person to fly an American flag after 9/11?”
It was that time of night where you make most of your bad decisions and none of your best.
“I’m not going to get charged am I?” I replied “for a trip to Spain? From New Zealand? No.
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Dear Sophia: I picked him up from a train station in South Auckland I had never been to before. He was youngish, maybe thirties. It was his first time in that area too, as he lived a lot closer to the city. His partner had found a baby carriage/pram for their baby at an online
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“So my mom never tells me not to do drugs – she tells me all about the drugs that she did in the 1980s.”
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