“P’s Parties,” by Jhumpa Lahiri | The New Yorker
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“Who was that woman? Why had she been so open with me, so unguarded, instantly bridging the solitary distance between two strangers?”
“Who was that woman? Why had she been so open with me, so unguarded, instantly bridging the solitary distance between two strangers?”