I am...a New Yorker

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Saturday, February 16, 2002
The One

The sidebar is tired of the game, too.

I am...the one you can talk to. The one you admire. The one who makes you laugh. I am the one who awakens your ntellect, your creativity, your passion.

But I'm not the one you ntroduce to your friends, take home to Mom, the one you marry.

I am the one who is honest with you. I am the one who knows the real you. I am the one who loves you, anyway.

I am the one who is tired of waitng for you to come to your senses.

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