By Elizabeth Wurtzel. Photo: Andreas Laszlo Konrath/New York Magazine. I am so done with 2012. What a wretched year it was. Last winter, I was living in the parlor floor of a nineteenth-century walk-up on Bleecker Street with thirteen-foot ceilings and two fireplaces and a tarp deck that stretched out like a backyard, with pottery planters of …
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