I'm going to Paris. I haven't even set foot on the plane and I already want to stay. Can someone please let me stay? Or even better, take me to New York. Ah yes, New York. Let me be the next Carrie Bradshaw and meet the next Miranda, Charlotte and especially the next Samantha. Wait, I'm being selfish. I have people even better than them. Much better. Let me live in New York. Let me live in those old-fashioned, Holly Golightlyish neighbourhoods, let me wake up every morning and walk a few blocks to get a latte at Starbucks and a cupcake at my local bakery, let me go back home and finish my column and write my novel. Let me find Mr. Big - without all the drama. Can I have everything I just asked? Please?
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