Let me express my gratitude for your wonderful qualities- your windows, your plentiful cushioned seats, your frequent stops, your cellphone reception, your air conditioners. You really have it all. I'm sorry for getting so mad at you for not warning me that I'd be trapped aboard for over an hour while you waited for the gay pride parade to pass by on 5th Avenue. I should have been grateful to have an air-conditioned front row seat and a quiet place to carry on with my phonecall.
Love,
Marcy
p.s. Please don't be mad at me for ditching you on the way back. I guess I got carried away by the luxury of getting to ride in Luis's car; I felt like royalty to be in a private vehicle once again. I still love you, but he DID drive all the way up from Philadelphia. I promise to try not to be too spoiled by the whole experience.
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