Imagine this: discussing the Bauhaus movement with 14 hipster friends, eating expensive cheese, drinking expensive champagne, wearing a mauve-colored polyester suit and a white turtleneck, matching shoes, of course, and flying 56,000 feet over Kyoto in a private (and preferably pink) Concorde. Imagine having it all and still feeling completely alone and utterly empty.
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ps- i didn't write that lame-o headline.
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