You won’t recognize our names and you can’t see our faces. We are no one you know, but everyone you’ve met. We are the anonymous, and the fabulous. The career-driven misguided. The feminine and the hilariously f**ked. We covet sky high heels and games for our Xbox. We love to wander, but we are not lost. When you think we’re crying, we’re actually laughing, and if you’ve ever texted someone a picture of your poop, we’ll get along just fine.
We are you. We are her. We are New York.
And these are our stories.
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