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All thirteen donuts, and what the last one cost me
Thirteen nights at the Garden. No repeats. I had a spreadsheet, two roommates who stopped speaking to me, and a manager who thought my grandmother died twice.
Cass Whitfield
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Thirteen nights at the Garden. No repeats. I had a spreadsheet, two roommates who stopped speaking to me, and a manager who thought my grandmother died twice.
New Year's Eve, 1995, no ticket, twenty-two years old, forty dollars in my pocket and an entirely unearned confidence that it would work out.