• Sobbing in Starbucks

    14 days ago - By Eater

    I took a seat by the old man reading the paper, held my grande mocha, and cried At a strip mall Starbucks off a Long Island highway, I felt my bare face flush. The telltale tingle showed up in my nose, then the room blurred as my eyes welled up. Right there, with an old man reading the paper in a plush chair beside me, I cried. No one asked what was happening. I just wept, and the solitude of that moment gave me the first release I'd experienced in months.
    There's a grand tradition of crying in public , especially in New York City , where it's difficult to ever be truly alone. Guides have...
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